Kategoriarkiv: prose poem

Left over, me!

  I don’t know what was true and not true with him. He always said he was not a liar and I should trust in him and I believe he honestly believed in that. More I will never know. That’s … Läs mer

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The desires of the beloved

I imagining having you here with me, touching your naked body unlimited. This even though I, also in the mere thought, shy away from same intimacy from you. Why is obscure, but clearly I cannot talk with you about my … Läs mer

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Snoppar som stoppar / Dicks that kicks

Dicks that kicks but never lift on their tops what is kind and soft and gives room to all! We see it everywhere how arrogance and selfishness are rewarded and the power is given to those who offends the integrity … Läs mer

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Loneliness is a treacherous haunting guest

That feeling of loneliness now sudden fills me up is a treacherous and haunting guest. When it hits, it permeates your soul and force you in desperation to meddle with the wrong kind of people, just to get some company … Läs mer

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The weed in my garden of love (thistle love)

I met a guy and I loved him but he never knew my love because he only knew the love he claimed he had for me. It was all about his feelings and never about mine. He never knew how … Läs mer

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Hedgehog men

          He sent me a photo and he had a chin like a hedgehog. He said ”You can kiss me as much as you want!” ”Oh thanks,” I said in fear. ”Yet I don’t!”     … Läs mer

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A bird in hand (Spring rain, pollen season)

        When walking home from the grocery in spring rain this last Friday afternoon, I saw all the pollen floating on the streets down the drains and sudden from nowhere I came to think of the Swedish … Läs mer

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A romantic dream in color

I heard it said in the old days it’s rare to dream in color. But I now read on the web it’s rather the opposite? I don’t know if it is true or not. My dreams usually vanish from my … Läs mer

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Once upon a time I had a crush on a young man

Once upon a time I had a crush on a young man. He had such a lovely mustache, dimples in his cheeks and very blue eyes. He looked at me and got my heart to beat faster. But he was … Läs mer

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The empty hole-ways in my head

Everyone tells you not to look back (unsolicited), still everyone does behind their drawn bedroom curtains and in dreams. And I dreamt the last night about (a rarely remembered) lover from over 30 years back and I woke up annoyed … Läs mer

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Impossible love

  When I think of him (all the time!)… there’s not so much about having distinct thoughts as about a constant inner awareness, perceiving his existence. He is a living presence in my soul. Living streaming water… But when this … Läs mer

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Such is our togetherness (Sådant är vårt tillsammans)

I sit in my living room reading a novel that annoys me because its boring banality, even if I realize that is precisely the subject for the novel. (Loneliness in a spoiled middle class family, have it all and lack … Läs mer

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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 … Läs mer

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I am a private person

I am a private person who is living with words and only with words. It’s so easy to make me feel uncomfortable. But my words are all public and accessible to everyone, yet my words are not touchable (unfortunately, not … Läs mer

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We travel on the same bus in different worlds

I had such dreams latest night! Just before I woke up I dreamt I was on a bus full with other people and I was in company with a person I’m not comfortable to be with. But I meet with  … Läs mer

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Long distance heating

This apartment I have, it’s too hot all through the summer. In the fall when the first cold hits outdoors, the temperature drops to normal indoors. Yet it never pleases me, but make me feel uneasy and frozen in the … Läs mer

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Ride the river in my own boat

  (Sometimes I’m all mixed up, tottered between longing love and resentment, Paradise in Hell.) Woke up this morning realizing I have opened a line, giving a tool through which he can continue to treat me with his old habitual … Läs mer

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The Fox (Nostalgia)

  In evenings, just when the first darkness falls and humans not sleep yet and he’s just began his nightly round, since his growling intestines forces him out from one of his temporary hiding places, he becomes standing for a … Läs mer

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On May 31 1941 it was too late for Margot

Karin Boye Oct 26, 1900 – April 24 1941 Margot Edman born Hanel, April 12, 1912 – May 30, 1941             The day after it’s too late to regret neglect, to regret ostracism. Margot Hanel’s … Läs mer

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Togetherness

                  Each opinion having more than two adherents becomes a group, which soon enough creates a set of rules and rituals to promote the group’s survival and then a strictly worded creed … Läs mer

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No, nothing happened in Sweden last Friday

      I spend all my days at the laptop writing, reading web papers, chats with people but as far I know: No, nothing happened in Sweden last Friday! Yes, our world is an arena for villains – where … Läs mer

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Honey in my tea (missing a friend)

Dealing with you I needed honey in my tea. Missing you was unexpected – and not even a possibility. I think I better give up see any sense in my heart’s all desires. Strictly – this heart belongs to an … Läs mer

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Oh, these women body troubles!

  Oh, this women troubles – I surely have them too – and how to free oneself for them! It follows a girl her whole life from age 5 to 85. My female body obviously don’t look as desirable as … Läs mer

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Blushing rowan trees

Now comes August. The days gets shorter, the nights darker. The rowan trees on my yard blushes again. I have lived at same courtyard for 8 years now and seen the trees redden in the end of July, reminding me … Läs mer

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Nothing special has happened

Delayed day. I haven’t dined yet and I’m really hungry. I’m just coming out from the grocery shop carrying a weighty plastic bag. And it became a bit weighty day, yes! A look at sky – heavy heaven, deeply dark … Läs mer

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The lilac arbours are gone, Brussels March 22, 2016

                In the 50s when I was a child, the world seemed graspable and safe. It was surely a class society, but people did not expect equality in practice back then. But yet … Läs mer

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Lonely Saturday evening walk with thousands

(In English below) När jordens varma möter natthimlens kalla, dansar älvorna på ängen här bortom. Men jag vandrar de regniga blanksvarta gångarna nära hyreshusen i området där jag lever mitt liv. Jag passerar fönster där vardagsrummens trygga gula lampljus möter … Läs mer

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Walking my right foot (living with chronic pains)

I like walks. And I have never been able to be in a room full of loud and chattering people, without feeling uncomfortable and wanting to just walk away. And I have done that. I have walked my own ways. … Läs mer

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November dusk

(Days with Tennyson, after computer crash and death.)) November this year is so soft and cosy! It’s like being wrapped up in silver grey velvet. For me the month began with I was cast away from my  daily routines. I could … Läs mer

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A beautiful October day

October sun and blue sky, a country road and the silent spin from my cycle wheels, golden leaves on the trees and ground and a scent of pine and forest. I’m on my way home from the bird lake with … Läs mer

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Male fantasies and fairies in ancient woods

 First posted 24 September, 2012. Now slightly improved. I (Mistress of the wood “skogsrået”) They were men who came from vast plains, desolate deserts, and endless seas. Their eyes measured distances. But they didn’t know themselves. And the woodlands affected … Läs mer

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Smiling face, sad heart

Enchanted by his sweet words she gave her heart so easily away, only to see him withdraw and become distant to her. Now she see herself standing empty handed and him fade away, and she feels humiliated and denied like … Läs mer

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…and she loved him so much…

(The following  story was first published 1 October 2012, it was rewritten 2013. Now I’ve rewritten it again and change the title) He left her. She didn’t die. As she had feared she would do. Time just moved on and … Läs mer

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The forest lake / Skogsjön

One sunny summer day we walked past the farmer’s house and down the slope where the barn was, went left and through a little cow pasture, where some cows lay peacefully ruminating. We went through the grove behind the pasture … Läs mer

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To see Naples and not die

(Inspired by a true story and the saying ”See Naples and die”) He is not that young anymore, far over 30 but looks like 22, fine-boned and with a cute face that gets men – but not women – on … Läs mer

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It’s nothing, it’s nonsense…

Having craftsmen in the house for weeks, it’s like get a taste of hell. I long for every next weekend and when it comes, the silence spreads out in my rooms and suck up all air in deep breaths leaving … Läs mer

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My cosy loneliness in the democratic welfare state…

It’s March 2 already and it’s another quiet Sunday, dull and grey. I still have that vague sense of derealisation. In afternoon it eases up a bit by the phone calls to my  closest. But the connection to my friend … Läs mer

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Love has no limits

Love has no limits, only people have. Humans may have an orientation, but love has not. You can never ever control love. Love exceeds gender and race and generations and cultures and languages and nations or any obstacles that may … Läs mer

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Why bother…

            Why do you bother what people think or say – so I’ve been told over the years. It’s still the same, but nowadays I don’t bother so much about it. I guess you who … Läs mer

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Awake at 5am

It makes me crazy to wake up again at five am and not be able to go back to sleep; it’s always something, it’s a dream bland still worrying, it’s late soothing tea now stress the bladder, it’s the newspaper … Läs mer

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Rosa novemberljus (på dig tänker jag alltid)

Det börjar mörkna redan efter tre på eftermiddagen. När jag cyklar till Ica Supermarket vilar ett skimrande rosa ljus över gator och bilar och stadsbussar och hus och människor. Men allt  bundet till marken tycks avvisa detta vackra eftermiddagsljus, även … Läs mer

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The day after the storm

A storm swept over southern Sweden last Sunday in October. The hem of her skirt touched my town. She cured me from my sleeping problems the latest nights. I slept well all night lulled by the noise from her wild … Läs mer

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I’m nothing but a potsherd in your hand

Honey! I’m nothing, just a potsherd, once hidden deep in soil for generations, and only by accident dug up and exposed on the ground in front of your feet. I could have remained undiscovered by you, and you could have … Läs mer

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