haibun

Mother of All Pearls

Out in the crowd. Camera settings with blue filter. To light up my day. Thinking about killings and attacks. Sad but definitely not scarred or frightened. Thought that if I had that stupid, monstrous terrible brain … where would I place … I was sure of where. So I took the metro just to that place. It was the end station. Above is the Christmas Market. And I wasn’t the only one thinking … Three very well armed and equipped men stood steadily and watched us when we got out from the train. I asked very polite:

-May I shoot you?

So sorry I didn’t get that photo!
But I was lucky today. Bought myself a heart decorated ceramic cup for my green chai tea. I also found my dress. Now it needs a neckless. And I know what kind. A Native American style in black and a few silver pearls decorated with mother-of-pearl. Maybe I can make it myself.

nacre sunset
when shells are tumbling
in salted waves
showing up to each other
the most glory mother-of-pearl

I listen to the music and I can see the shells and the shiny ”mother of all pearls”.
Can you?

Carpe Diem: #1103.
Symphony in F sharp minor Op. 41 by Dora Pejacevic.

A Solitary Leaf

These days in our world it is like – …

… while the days role on and – somewhere there you are – with your enthusiasm for life – you enjoy – you experience – ….

… then suddenly – like a flash from the sky – actually the reality – somewhere – you are hit – very hard – and paralyzing – by a kind of lid – for a while – …

… then you rise and – go on with your life – finding the way back to your enthusiasm – your joy for life – experiencing – …

… with a new needle – like a knit gnawing – somewhere reminding – or telling you – something …

… you don’t want to listen to!

So I don’t!

a solitary leaf
and the blue river of life
flooding

I go on – in my life – I take the hits from all the lids – and I go on with my life.

Daily Prompt: Enthusiasm.

… thinking about these horrible ‘t’ attacks …

Habanera for Pinch & Bath

Today I had a lot of errands to do. Most important was goat cheese. On the way to the cheese market I slipped into some shops and found – not a dress – but a jumper full of glittering paljettes. This will do very well, I thought, since dresses are so hard to find. After the goat cheese I found some fresh salmon. Also perfect – Omega 3 you know! I like salmon a lot but don’t forget it in the oven!!!! The oven baked is the best I think. Then a refill for my seed supply – sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds and sesame seeds.
-Well done Birgitta. Now you earn a (Christmas) Present. Off I went to the bookstore.

And what to say!!!! They didn’t know about haiku! They didn’t know about Matsuo Basho!!!! In the largest bookstore in Budapest. No present to me this day. Life sucks!! But not for long. Last one – a favorite – take away – crème brulée – to keep me going tonight.

Home sweet home and time for a well deserved hot bath and relax. Listening to my music.
Sorry I don’t know which was the first but when I was all covered with the hottest water and feeling the heavenly relaxation Chris Norman sang ”Lay back in the arms of someone” and I did. Feeling wonderful. Swaying my body. Good for the muscles.
Now I’m ready! And ….

Wow – Habanera – and of course I think about Maya seducing the soldier ha ha. Some special muscles will have to work now.

pinches ‘n hugs
in step not for eyes – only
imagine

Oh I love love love! This scene. Maya is so ”just one” with the music. Love love love! Now I am exhausted – no just kidding – ….
Funny though with Zorba’s dance again today when I finally got up.

Daily Prompt: Relax.

Seducing Wine

Jag började söka på Internet. Ville få information om en av de största inom haiku. Vill andas in hans själ. Genom poesin. Vill ju bli bättre på denna speciella japanska versformen. Jag tror jag gör ett besök i bokhandeln i morgon. Efter att jag handlat getost – som snabbt tar slut – där borta i bästa saluhallen. Hembakade frökex och god getost – ah – det är bara så – himmelskt gott! Tar med Carol Oates bok i väskan också eftersom jag ska till bokhandeln. Där på andra våningen finns världens vackraste bokcafé. Kanske kommer jag en bit till i boken som aldrig tycks komma förbi ”inledningen”. Håller fortfarande på att läsa om den mördade dottern/systern ur alla inblandade personernas perspektiv. Har buret med denna boken sedan i somras. Får köpa en stor bit av getosten och en bit av den goda färska. Så jag har till rödbetor. Det ska räcka över hela julen. Ungersk kolbasz har jag redan. Det fick jag en i julklapp. Det kräver … Ett gott rödvin. Tungt som synden. Fylligt som en rundmagad herre i övre medelåldern. Och utsökt som ….. som …. som …. som … mmmm … en kärleksförklaring i nattens yra. Ja det rödvinet ska jag njuta och sannerligen inte spara en droppe till nästa dag. Tror jag köper två flaskor. Eller tre.

vinet förför
med frökex och getost
varje gom

Hoppas de har en bok med poem av Matsu Basho. Då ska jag få den i julklapp.

Skrivpuff: Söka.

Ur led i Tiden

Dags att kolla Skrivpuff för dagens ord att skriva om. Jag surfar iväg i cyber. Bestämmer att det får bli en haibun.

S t i r r a
läser jag på skärmen
och stirrar
på datumet ovanför
himmel! tänker jag då

Ja så gick det faktiskt till! Jag har inte fattat att det redan är den 18 december. Juldagarna närma sig. Jag ska vara ensam i Bp. För andra året i rad. Det är ny ordning numera. Livet tar sina vändningar och då får man göra bästa möjliga. Så gott man kan. I år är jag mycket bättre på det och jag har just nu ”flow” i kreativiteten. Skriver och målar. Njuter under tiden. Däremellan är jag ute och fotograferar eller på olika kulturevenemang. Då njuter jag också.

lilla vän
det är kallt ute nu
innan julen

lilla vän
det blir inte bättre
med krig

lilla vän
en vilsen dag till
i morgon

världen
är alldeles ur led
i tiden

Låter nästan som ‘mellan hopp och förtvivlan’ där förtvivlan tar överhand. Det är i min lilla värld det finns hopp men i världen utanför handlar det om förtvivlan.
Förtvivlan inför människors oförmåga att kunna leva i fred med varandra. Det är så sorgligt. Ingen ändring i sikte heller.
Men snart är det nytt år!
Jag är säker på att det blir ett bättre …
Önskar …

Skrivpuff: Stirra.

Japanese Tea Ceremony

Today I went to explore and experience the Japanese café close to my space in the cultural life. I definitely wasn’t disappointed! I had my tea and felt healthy to my bones while writings some snail mails to beloved back home far north.

green ‘n thick
Japanese ancient tea
for happiness

I’m thinking about you all and hoping you are well and also enjoying life – Take care each of you and of each other. I do – of me.

This is what I want!

before … some hours later …
No, they didn’t have what I wanted. So maddening! Probably it hasn’t come to Hungary yet. I couldn’t find any nice Christmas dress either. I intend to dress upp in glitter and glamour – as I usually don’t – this Christmas in my own. I will also wear high heels. Hopefully I can find some red once in lizard or snake skin. Oh, forgot I already have!
Anyway it’s more important with well functioning smart technic than a new dress – to me.

This is it!

I want want WANT!

Japanese tea
in Lotus kind of mood
I love

***

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.” C.S. Lewis

And I don’t want to Wait

Now I want want want …

want
that little spectacular
technical object
place it on my smartphone
shooting poetry to pictures

… and I don’t want to wait!

Read about it this morning. I had something similar once – an Olloclip – it was so smart! At that time the iPhones were thicker than nowadays.
So off to Media Markt at once!

Please cross your fingers!

… continues ….

A Lead Sheet

When reading about this challenge and when I saw ”The Great Wall” my mind thought about another wall. Not the Chinese one. I thought of Hercule’s Corona Borealis Great Wall. Funny isn’t it. Great and great from different perspectives. I would also like to walk on and shoot the Chinese wall. Probably the Chinese wouldn’t like me cause I want Tibet to be free. Until then I will travel the space. And listen to the wall music. But Ayers Rock is a dream to visit. And the Aboriginal lands – Aboriginal’s land.

turnarounds
stars rambling in dark holes
a lead sheet

Carpe Diem: #1096.
The Great Wall of China by Einar Englund.

”One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” Bob Marley

Above All

This is a kind of love declaration because I just love stones. I always pick stones – or they pick me actually. I have bags of stones in my home. They have a story. And in my previous life I lived in a kind of landscape like Tibet or Mongolia but with a sea view. The most precious to me is my Moon Stone and I’m sure it came from that far outside. To be picked by me.