like spokes
in our bike wheels
we keep it together
Inspired by Drover by Lize Bard.
nature
Bulls in Lund
Idag blev det av att jag hälsade på tjurarna som man ser från motorvägen högt uppe på kullarna när man är på väg in mot Lund norrifrån. Jag var på cykeltur idag. 28 km blev det och i helt underbart men lite blåsigt väder.
Jag har länge velat se tjurarna på nära håll.
Ongoing Show
With open Limbs
with open limbs
embracing the world
even as dead
coming across brutality
being humble in nature
Carpe Diem #1178 Theme Week Hafiz (4)
knowledge.
My Love!
standing strong
in full bloom dressed purple
my heart bow
My feelings for nature and reading the post … the haiku was strong and wanted to be presented first. And I just follow my feelings and instincts …
the squirrel
grabs the fir cone in delight
a pulse of love
There are so many kinds of love in nature … a richness … a generosity … sharing … cykling … consensus … collusion … movements …. I will call it pulse.
(sometimes its difficult for me to find the right words, I’m sorry for that, I so wish my English was better)
The pulse of nature … the pulse in nature … the pulse out of nature …the pulse of grows and evolution in nature … that extraordinary energy and power … the pulse … only nature possesses …
osprey wings shiver
when ocean depth roar desperately
bay lost again
nature sometimes takes away
for new to soon be welcomed
… and I am just an observer … but also a part … which goes with a responsibility … for all of us.
my deepest love
for that mighty creativity
only in nature
when meeting the you
only to pulse together
… could be read … ‘my love’ … instead of … ‘the you’ …
My love!
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Carpe Diem #1176 Theme Week Hafiz (2) lover.
In the Mountain
Writing ghazal – what a challenge! I had to look up some Swedish explanation and found also Swedish poets in this kind of poetry. Gustav Fröding is one of our great poets.
I will try …
I wanted to travel to the best view on a mountain.
I thought your secret was hidden on the mountain.
The clouds always brought love letters from the top.
And the stamps had a great picture of your mountain.
The birds in the sky were singing the content to me.
Their wings made traveling easier to my mountain.
The flowers on the ground made my steps lighter.
Their colors brightened my way up to the mountain.
In every breath I felt your welcoming and longing kiss.
Kisses like snowflakes covering the top of my mountain.
Last day sun is burning hot and hiding behind your top.
You made it Sofi! now rewarded and worth the mountain.
Well well well … that feels very constructed … probably has to be worked on more … so I can feel I am content with it … but however … its my first …. and I wonder …
in the mountain
the most grounded can be found
only my soul
… as always …. wonder I do … will it be the last?
Carpe Diem Universal Jane # 12 Mountain View.
