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Your Ticket to

I love walking around and exploring. The conditions varies a lot from place to place. Of course. Roads inviting you for free are the best. Even in countries with restrictions you may find roads for your free walks. Because it has to be a connection between the road and you. You have to reach that special feeling to be able to learn from the road.
Finding that mood …

the two of you
will be engulfed by and live what’s
between every step

… that’s the way to learn – like feeling every curve in the thoroughly handmade wooden doors … and then open it. The kind of doors I have always imagined to have on my living room wall.

I am a bit weak about doors. Two pieced. With that special patina only life and sun can create. Three places in the world showed me the unique about doors. My grandmother’s, my aunt and uncle’s and the doors in the outskirts of Dubai. Where I used to walk with my youngest daughter. While the others were at school or at work. A very long time ago – early eighties. It was like walking the treasure of mud house road. All these sun dried worn in – absolutely not worn out – doors.
Instead of – on my living room wall – I keep them in my heart.

So why this talking about doors!??

an open door
the most essential to keep
in mind
your ticket! – traveling
the roads of wisdom

Symbolic for me.
Without an ”open door” you will not be able to learn from the road.

 

Carpe Diem: #1123 the road is our teacher.


Piece by Piece

Wish I were more capable just now. No sleep last night. Had the flow when making some things – writings and …

bridge in mist
the troubled souls walk over
mine cleared

… thinkings and drawings … how lucky I am. To have that terrific flow I mean 😉
And I like my haiku – it contains different meanings – what about last line 😉

Well I remembered today to visit the Geisha exhibition and it was very interesting. I’m glad I did. Despite the depressing grey weather and unsafe walking in snowy streets. But the Chain Bridge looks great in any weather. That’s for sure!

maybe a favorit
there are some treasures in mind
worth saving
while memories fade away
piece by piece

Some moody weather, isn’t it? The Parliament almost vanished behind the Chain Bridge.

Chain Bridge in mist and ice in the Danube.

Daily Prompt: Capable.


There is a song ”Piece by Piece” with Katie Melua – a beautiful one. She is really good! Men min favorit är ”The closest thing to Crazy”.

För Njutning – For Pleasure

Idag hade jag särskilt roligt på pedikyr-en. Ja, jag unnade mig till slut en behandling. Fast utan lack. Jag skrev haiku på löpande band. Måste ju syssla med något medan jag väntar. Tidningar går inte att läsa. Språket omöjligt.

Jag tycker också det är lite särskilt roligt med de nya apparna jag hämtat. Så jag kombinerar foto och poesi. Trevligt tidsfördriv när man ändå måste vänta.

Sedan är jag väldigt nyfiken på … en …

ett litet barr
sticker till men håller sig grönt
för njutning

Ja, ni vet …
… operation ‘stilla nyfikenheten’ har inletts.

HAIKU - Photo & Poetry #byblogfia

Skrivpuff: Särskilt.


Yuxta Lives

This time here I haven’t given myself treatments I use to. Visiting the hairdresser, having manicure and pedicure, nice outdoor bath …. but today … soon before returning … I had pedicure. How nice to spoil myself and so good for my hard working feet. Soon I will leave all wonderful happenings behind … leave home here …

I’m happy
living in your longing thoughts
until next time
we will meet – soon enough
and share our yuxta lives

… to check out what’s going on at home there …
… to soon leave – home there – again behind …
… my yuxta lives …

Today I totally forgot to visit the Geisha exhibition – a ‘must’ to remember tomorrow!

Lund University, Sweden

Carpe Diem: #1122 leaving all behind.


Fragile Flatter

Thinking about … our world … happenings over there … conditions for children in our world … the limited life for many women …  in the world of ours …

that little glade
in the power of hurricane winds
fragile flutter

… it’s easy to fail in hope and not believe that there is a ….

…. S O M E D A Y!

Midsommer over in Sweden

Daily Prompt: Someday.


Away from All

Nu har Emma sannerligen kämpat några dagar. Känslostormar minst sagt. Inleddes ena dagen och full storm nästa för att tredje dagen lugnat ned sig. Emma pratade mycket med sig själv de tre dagarna.
Hon påbörjade ett ark för att rita upp strategier för olika situationer. Skrev ner svart på vitt vad det varsom störde henne så i livet. Påverkade sinnesstämningen. Vad hon vill. Vart hon vill komma. Få en bild att titta på. Som en karta för att hantera livet när det stormar. Hon tänkte ofta i haiku som sedan upprepades i hennes huvud gång på gång.

you meet
in no understanding
of me

Ibland visste Emma så väl. Ibland blev stormarna för starka. Men hon visste att hon inte skulle ge vika, för det hennes inre envist försökte hjälpa henne att fokusera på.

a road
away from all
of you

Ice

Skrivpuff: Ge vika.


In Contact

I love a blue sky and I love the sun. But not to sun bathe. On a beach. Not at all any more! I like to bathe in salt sea and I like to walk along the shore. And everywhere else. To explore the macro and micro world.

sunny sky
most tender balm for bodies
yours close to mine
both dressed in nature
the cosy bay style

In first read my tanka perhaps doesn’t give the impression of having with growth to do. But it is meant to. It’s harder – with lots of struggle – to grow by oneself – it’s possible of course. But so much easier to grow together with others …. I think.

in contact
like seed and raindrops
we grow deeper

Finally ….

…. I hope for a blue sky tomorrow.

Street Photo - Sunbathing

Carpe Diem: #1121 Growth.


 

Change

every change
what so ever has a final
new start

There is a change in the world – across the Atlantic – going on and I’m not sure at all I like that! Two men – with different skins.

One with the ethic kind and … the other with a thin unethical kind.

Where are we heading? What has happened in U.S. I wonder!

And thinking that ‘the other’ was well aware with and supported the help he got and was put in from abroad.

What do you think?

Crazy Art by me - Sad eyes

Ilsken Hand

Medan jag lyssnar på en temperamentsfull vals av Brahms och studerar dirigenten dyker denna haiku …

ilsken hand
fick musiken att glöda
i mitt öra

… upp i huvudet.

Jag skriver ned den. Tittar på den. Då upptäcker jag att den skulle ju kunna uppfattas som en misshandel. Ett ilsket slag som gör blixtrande ont i örat.

-Oj, tänker jag, det vill jag ju inte att någon ska tro. Samtidigt tänker jag:

-Det var ju bra! Dubbelbottnat. Underfundigt. Känslorna är på plats.

Statue of Ferenc Liszt, Budapest

Skrivpuff: Ilsken.
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