poetry

Crazy Art by me - Happy New Year!

Gott Nytt År! – Happy New Year!

Testar om jag kan få ihop en nyårsvers på rim …

dags att bordet duka
och manglade servetter stuka
blomdekor i vas
och grönska i varje glas

först vi äter upp
iväg for korken med ett plupp
medan glasen höjs
de trötta ryggarna böjs

sedan säger vi skål
så många gånger som vi tål
och för nya året hurra
för att sedan hem igen snurra

Crazy Art by me - Happy New Year!

Skrivpuff: Skriv till bilden.

Budapest and the Chain Bridge - Uniting Buda and Pest

Bridges that Unite

You love the mountains. I love the sea. Both love adventures in the promising horizon. Both love to be part in each other’s worlds. Togetherness in sharing. Apartness in longing.

”When the sky touches the earth there is true love” our kisses whisper to the stars.

a single star
hit by the whispering kisses
fell down
true love secured
receipt from the sky

Close together – on the savory rocky beach or in the fragrant highland meadow – there always are stars in the sky. And bridges that unite.


Sometimes I am not initially fully aware about what my thinking and words create. Seems like my inner mind – my subconscious – also is working but I don’t realize it until afterwards – like here in this post. It is so united everything. I make upp the story about he and she. With no thinking about Budapest. As no sea and no mountains. And then i fits perfect with Buda’s hilly side and Pest’s flatland. And on top of the cake – the statue 😉

It’s not the first time this happens. 



“Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.” Nicholas Sparks


This piece of art on Gellert Hills shows Buda (king) and Pest (queen) uniting – Budapest.

Budapest - Uniting Buda and Pest
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Carpe Diem #1112 Music For
The Royal Fireworks by Händel.

What else but

Heaven and earth. Water and sky. What else but …

twinklings
as raindrops fall from lips
touching the sky
when sliding softly
down the rainbow

… doesn’t raindrops fall from the sky? Well now! They fall from clouds, don’t they? And of course from lips. Because it is only then – they can touch the sky. And have that nice slide away …

… probably to heaven.


Or what do you think?


Blue Cleared Minds

 Carpe Diem: #1111
Oniria by Bruno Sanfilippo.