Music

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”.

With Crimped Edge

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”…

Blue Love in Hearts

Båstad, Sweden 2016

Stormy Waves

He was a sailor. She was in love. A dreamer collecting shells on the esoteric beach.

some words
brought by fins vivid whirls
such mystery
served on the abandoned shore
by a promising shell

The wooden boardwalk became her life.

Some day
she will find that special shell.
When the sky is blue
and the wind is softening,
the dolphin thought.

Some day she stumbled on a broken board.

pale dunes
and grands of sand verify
a fallen veil
awakening for all senses
some break through

At last stormy waves brought the board out into the deep sea.
As they brought her love back.

Carpe Diem: #1108 Promise.

Crazy Art by me - I'm thinking

Promise

Seems like promises is all about problems. But only if the deepest meaning is different between the two making promises. Once I experienced there is such difference. The value of the word differs. Between people.

enjoying
in this lilac present now
my promise

Some engaged listening and some honest talking will  do good, I think.

forever – red
roses – and ever will never last
until now

The most important promise to make is the promise to yourself, I think.

I promise
by all my heart – be true to
my values

And so I will … for now … of tomorrow we know nothing …
… nothing at all …

a sour cherry
maybe nothing – maybe another
tree

…. and I’m going on thinking ….

Carpe Diem: #1108 Promise.

Crazy Art by me - Feathers and Faces

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