104. Halvdöd
Man kan nog – tyvärr – säga att denna fjäril är så gott som halvdöd. Snart är den halvvingad stackarn.
B i r g i t t a
the blue wings
dressed in every steps you left
picking lost grains
Inspired by Time out by Lize Bard.
bara en tanke
flyktig som en fjäril
märkt av livet
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just a thought
elusive – like a butterfly
marked by life
Skrivpuff: Märka.
No snow here – yet. And I am glad for that. I have already had all snow I need in this life. Now I only want sunshine and a blue sky. Not for sunbathing! Just for feeling-so-good. And that awesome feeling with less clothes – I hate winter clothes and I hate putting on and putting on to keep warm! Now I am heading for spring in my mind so I have already bought tickets for Dance festival in February and Spring festival in April.
Anybody wants to join?
spread out
like snow in sunshine
butterfly wings
And that Christmas! I’m not in stress – lucky me – the only stress I feel is that I couldn’t find Jane Reichhold’s translation of Matsuo Basho. They didn’t even know about the book!!!! Have to wait until I am back home – in Scandinavia. No Christmas present to me then. Have to do with goat cheese, kolbasz, seed crackers and red wine …. and of course Carpe Diem. Maybe Carol Oates too 😉
Carpe Diem: Seven Days Before Christmas 2016 #4 first snow.
Sometimes …
I don’t understand people
when they are messing up
when they hate
when they hurt
when they destroy
when they don’t care
when they behave badlyagainst other people
Why!?I get confused and
I cannot understand
some people!They must live there minds
in another world!Locked up minds
in a way ….
or?
Daily prompt: Confused.