Kategoriarkiv: longing
Sol och vår (Love-seeking May)
It is May, sun and rain alternating, hot and cold days. The birches stand in their youthful, sweetest and most beautiful greenery. Fruit trees bloom and spread their seeds in the wind. You start the day with an allergy … Fortsätt läsa
The cat knows
The cat lies heavier than its weight across my thighs with its nose deeply hidden in the bend of my arm. She purrs of course, I don’t have to tell you that. It’s afternoon and I wish a longing for … Fortsätt läsa
Will it be summer sometime this year?
Will it be summer sometime this year? Shall the flowers yet bloom unknowingly? Can what’s soft maintains on thistle fields? In January when the light return little by little our hearts are still stuck frozen in ice and snow. Alike … Fortsätt läsa
January snow, heavy boots (Old age 3)
Chilly but giving a lot of light, the snow creaking under the soles of my heavy boots. Don’t we all welcome the returning light in January, multiplied in the reflecting snow drifts? Yes, we do, old as well as … Fortsätt läsa
Lost libido, lost lovers
One, I met one time but I never got to know him. One I got to know but I never met him, not even one time. (Oh, in my youth age, there were some in real: and I regret there … Fortsätt läsa
Wounded, we will walk scarred from this time
And snow finally came over here with the new year. Cars in dangerous driving in storms and snowdrifts. The weather bureau stated repeated warnings. And southward at my locality, slippery icy walkways and most like me stay … Fortsätt läsa
Modest life (Gråväderstider)
Gloomy moods Gloomy tiring times and every day pass by unlived Weight off sickness Pandemic Country Welfare system kneels, robbed by profit villains ”Still I will rise” Women lying ward-tied, armed with PICC lines Like heroines they endure cures … Fortsätt läsa
Dansar ensamma (Dancing alone)
Started up writing in Swedish and then in English and Swedish simultaneously. In English below Dansar ensamma Under pandemin dansar vi ensamma. Hör vaken hjärtats dunk i singelkudden Mina tomma händers längtan efter en räddande Ängel Grådunkeltider Nu i … Fortsätt läsa
I have lost my long-sightedness
I have lost my long-sightedness outdoors. Trees and streets and buildings and people seems like dissolved in a slightly blurry haze. The diabetes nurse does not recognize the symptom, the oncologist nurse does not recognize the … Fortsätt läsa
Hidden in the shadows
He want to stay standing in the shadows, hoping for a glimpse of her whom he cannot forget about. He’s stubborn and want to believe that his life depends on her come to turn around and get a little … Fortsätt läsa
When my lonely heart calls
I saw a smile and I thought it was for me. But it was just life that fooled me again. You can’t trust anyone, can you! What I thought was kindness was just my blindness. I looked around for him … Fortsätt läsa
Midsummer Dreams in the freezer
Lonely men All these lonely men, where do they all come from? And to what will they go with all their dreams, kept strictly secret in their hearts, and at their backs and behind harsh smiles? … Fortsätt läsa
A ”Dear John” letter, answering ”Missing you”
(pastiche) In English below Käre John! Om jag nånsin tänker på dig drar jag en lättnadens suck Jag är fortfarande här ensam och du långt härifrån Jag antar att du undrar varför jag dumpade dig, men hur länge kan ett … Fortsätt läsa
A poor man’s longing for love and a woman
Dan Andersson “Jag väntar vid min mila”. Translated to English by me (note, for private use only on this blog, not to pass on in other contexts). I’m waiting at my charcoal pile I’m waiting at my wood fire while … Fortsätt läsa
Moses Tegnell med sin stafettpinne leder svenska folket genom Corona-pestens ökenlandskap
Moses Tegnell with his baton leads the Swedish people through the desert landscape of the Corona plague De rör sig ur dunkla dis, de sågs aldrig komma I fängelser utan dörrar, tror vi att vi ska överleva… De dirigerar förlusterna … Fortsätt läsa
Det finns en stad (There is a city)
Det finns en stad där ingen sover på natten. Drömmarna är hemlösa där och härbärgen saknas, då ingen vill vidkännas denna brist. Jag bor i en annan stad. Jag inte är hemma där. Min tillhörighet vilar i kontaktlösheten och det … Fortsätt läsa
Extra Everything!
I don’t ask for much, but more than I can get! I want a big pizza, with Extra Everything and a pension that would last for a whole month. I don’t ask for much, not like … Fortsätt läsa
Laura
Inspired by Francesco Petrarca’s courtly love poems to Laura de Sade I And ever since the day you died, my Laura, my heart is an empty deserted grieving tomb. I dreamed about you in lonely bachelor nights, my feverish body … Fortsätt läsa
Married to the blues
Married and buried in longing for you, my loneliness singing a blues forever. I wonder who’s kissing you now and if you eat properly? Is it any raining out? Do you still go to the mall on Saturday to then … Fortsätt läsa
Silence, solitude
Silence, solitude Now two days without talking to you: it is a lifetime of despair for my heart! Same as once you told me, walked on a shore fearing you and I would never become ”us”. When one cry, the … Fortsätt läsa
A love thriving in our longing
I still think of you the first thing I wake up in the morning and I miss you on my lonely evenings: someone to talk to. And sleeping and dreaming I get lost in scary nightmares. But as soon … Fortsätt läsa
Song in autumn rain: Clapton, a man with the blues in his hands
River of Tears Eric Clapton from the album Pilgrim released 1998 It’s three miles to the river That would carry me away Two miles to the dusty street That I saw you on today … Fortsätt läsa
Good morning world and hello my lousy life!
I say “Good morning world and hello my lousy life!” Waking up in morning is not my favorite moment. Firstly, I am still me. But ”me” first thing in the morning is really not me but my invisibilized lower-class life. … Fortsätt läsa
Forever never more, not last long for me when about you
“Forever never more, not last long for me when about you.” I wrote that to him and I stand for it! He wrote back to me “I’m sorry I don’t understand what you write now.” Ouch! All the blind alleys … Fortsätt läsa
The red rose in the rain
Face the red rose in the rain, a love in vain that was aroused, only to be thrown away! Our longing once, turns into disgust. To apart as friends was never an … Fortsätt läsa
Wisdom Wells
(translated from Swedish) When summer so sleeps its last rest, the fall flames as fire yet chilly. Then the young hero comes to the Nordic regions to find his Crone, she the wise … Fortsätt läsa
Heart wrapped in barbed wire
I read your letter, roses sweet with thorns thoroughly hidden in thin silk paper. I grieve your heart wrapped in barbed wire! What you have you don’t want and what you want is far away. … Fortsätt läsa
We try to talk
We try to talk to keep it going but we’re not doing it so well, I miss so much to sense your body near mine, not so much about sex as a severe longing to feel your presence here and … Fortsätt läsa
Unhappy, although I’m loved (forget me not)
I’m unhappy, although I’m loved. And I tell myself every day to be content with what I have, but that doesn’t make me feel better. Unsatisfactions eats my soul like mice making hole in a pantry … Fortsätt läsa
Moving into gloomy November
Two weeks not a word from you is a very long time, two weeks at a new place is too short to feel home. I’m tired and worn out after all hassle with the move and I wonders about … Fortsätt läsa
Young longing
Jag har en åldrad kvinnas hud och en krigares ärrade hjärta men min unga längtan är bara du; dina händers hängivenhet I have the skin of an aging woman and the scarred heart of a warrior but my young longing … Fortsätt läsa
A love story
I know it is crazy you and I can be one and we. Yet every inch of my skin talks and tells about you exception for my feral and numb feet. The … Fortsätt läsa
And I miss talking to you
And I miss talking to you, see your smile that comes instantly when you look at me, because it’s me. And I miss sense the heat from your living body, moving around in my rooms. And … Fortsätt läsa
Longing for the sea (längtan till havet)
I have lived at inlands my whole life. Now with age it feels as if the inlands choke me and I’m longing to the sea. But I feel trapped in poverty and my lack of health and supporting friends. You’re … Fortsätt läsa
Single ”forever”
If you wonder if I miss you the answer is simply ”yes”. All other answers are ”no”. If you can forget me: good! If you can’t: just live with it. And the same goes for me! You said your … Fortsätt läsa
Old Woman Blues
It’s a sad thing to have become an old woman, living alone with a cat and a TV set, desperately longing for a warm hand and a little sympathy and someone to talk to: easy victim of wreckers.
Hesitating spring
Finally winter leaves, spring is coming. It is all so hesitant and with no desires. Far or near, you are free to go if that is what you want to do. But I’d prefer you … Fortsätt läsa
The persistent presence of your absence
The persistent presence of your absence: you are never in my room, but always in my heart! We are living with longing, you and I, not with each other such we desire! Dazzling days, the dark and lonely nights. Sometimes … Fortsätt läsa
A perfect woman’s dilemma
Through the sound of murmuring voices from people in audiences who talk and walk and eat and dance and maybe don’t care of anything that matters strong voices sings from the big scenes … Fortsätt läsa
He misses me
I’ve never been to his hometown, but it’s like I lose my connection with him if he’s just a mile from his house and city. His presence in me is gone and I … Fortsätt läsa
December morning
It’s a winter morning, December 13, 2017. The celebration of Lucia Day. Our Queen of Light and Hope come to visit the North one of the darkest days of the year. It is a kind of magic ritual. But we … Fortsätt läsa
I washed my hair this morning
I washed my hair this morning, thinking you may show up. Now it’s noon, the sun has reached my window and my hair has dried. Yet not even the steam from your breath on my window … Fortsätt läsa
To be frank about the nature of our love
I woke up from my late afternoon nap. And then I missed him. Or to be frank – I missed to have the warm tenderness between two people being together and liking each other. … Fortsätt läsa
We have a love thing going
In retro perspective dreams are just memories of time we wasted on what might be nothing. Dreams belongs to and are seated in our futures, but for what purposes? Only to keep us struggling on in the now? Or is … Fortsätt läsa
Mr Peterson is dead
I The stench stayed heavy in the stairwell in the house where I live during November: Mr Peterson at the first floor was very dead. I saw him last this summer when he mow the lawn on his little patio. … Fortsätt läsa
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