poetry

All of me

Arm in bloom – reaching out to embrace – all of me.

Oh dear stones – one for each place I lived – filling my heart.

Skrivpuff: Fylla.

My safe scaffold – every cell in balanced position – the real me.

The bighead – putting on smarty pants – a cockalorum speech.

Ps. Can be about some men as well as some women – just boring anyway 😉

However white – when innocence is a fake story – made for living.

In hollow sight – the swirling line stands out – a call for adventure.

Skrivpuff: Gris.
…. knorr …. ngt extra i tillvaron …
lite långsökt men …. 😉

A mass meeting – in ignorance for distance – ears closed for prayer.

Skrivpuff: Mässa.

I - imagination

So what – flowers can be seen everywhere – when imagination rules.

Skrivpuff: Vadå då?

My precious heart – so worthy holding on to – if you didn’t know.

If deficient endurance – playing life’s various gloryful tunes – I would deeply regret.

Skrivpuff: Ångra.