blue crack
tearing apart has
no future

”There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” Leonard Cohen
blue crack
tearing apart has
no future

”There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” Leonard Cohen
pearls of words
thread together on our life’s necklace
a symphony of souls
Ps. I first wrote neckless!!! I mean of course necklace!

Inspired by White noice at Haiku out of Africa.
No poem popped up today. Nor when I took my bath neither during my long walk. I miss that because it’s so funny when they are popping. I also missed the film shooting outside the Opera today. I was too late. Had spent too much time indoors. The cold bite my cheeks. I don’t like! Not anymore! I have done that stuff enough. The cold things like figure skating and skiing. Now I only want warm weather and blue sky. Longing so much after early spring in Budapest. All my journeys are booked. Going back this week and coming back in February. Back there and back here. Home there and ‘home’ here.
hit by memory
and the magnolia blossom was stuck
to my chest
A poem did pop up! I almost forgot. Walking along the Danube today I thought about spring and the lovely flowering Magnolia trees outside Vigadó. I use to take photos of them.
Now quickly rushing into my files … to prove that I don’t lie …
The first here from 2015 -03- 26.

This one from 2016-04-03 … and the same tree.

… I am an honest one … for sure!
Ah … that blue shiny sky … and spring … less clothes … soon!
“Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are.”
Gretel Ehrlich.
The radio is on during my night. Now and then I wake up and listen. Then I go back to sleep. This night – welcoming a Sunday – I woke up to sacred hymns. I don’t like ”the sacred” but sometimes I like ”the hymns”. Hymns often give me nice childhood memories. My dear Aunt was a wonderful singer and a strong believer. I’m not!
I listened to the beautiful song ”Strålande stjärna” (also called Gläns över sjö och strand, Bethlehem star) In the program I see they played the song in 3 different versions.
I woke up to the last …
strålande stjärna
som en bankad mässingsskiva
med krusad kant
… probably it was disturbing me. And that poem popped up in my head.
glorious star
as a beaten slab of brass
with crimped edge
Couldn’t go to sleep for a long time after …
Traditional … and … the other (on Spotify).
And now I wonder …
… if some part of my brain is allert and awake … when I’m asleep?
Ps. Listening again when I’m awake_awake I find it not so bad but isn’t it too languishing slow!?
A kind of infinite music and questioning … like dancing around ”the point is”…

in cold stranglehold
my spirit flies south to breathe
your warmth

Inspired by Stone at Haiku out of Africa.
new dawn
when grey turns to glowing colors
rainbow-look-alive

Inspired by Spectral at Haiku out of Africa.
Idag blev det en enda bild. Men den tog minsann sin tid. I anspråk. Och tur var det att jag hann spara den. Innan skärmen blev svart och datorn dog. Den uppstod som tur var igen utan att ta tre dagar på sig som vissa. Nu har jag en fråga …
en liten tripp
alla vill hänga med
på äventyr
… man ska ju sätta namn på sina bilder. Märkliga bilder. Vad vill de säga? Egentligen! Det funderar jag mycket på. Därför är det så roligt när en läsare ställer en fråga så jag hajar till. Som Yuhu gjorde igår. Då måste jag tänka till ….
en stor nyckel
kontrolleras av en lite fjäril
så märkligt
… det gillar jag skarpt! Och vad kan det betyda? Jag funderar fortfarande.
Vet du?
under palmen
funderas det intensivt varför
en kokosnöt saknas
… och frågan är?
Vad ska en så’n här bild kunna heta?

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