Kategoriarkiv: Short prose
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
Publicerat i ageism, aging, arduous times, fragility, left aside, loners, longing, morality, old age, old-timers, poems by vonnely, reality, Short prose, sickness, snow, social movements, welfare
Märkt ageism, aging, coping life, dreams, human touch, invisible lives, loneliness, repression, sjukdomstider, weaknesses
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Standing at a bus stop a gloomy grey day in December
I’m standing just after noon at a bus stop outside a distant Supermarket. It’s Sunday the second of Advent and this day must be the most humid and gloomiest day ever of this month, if not the gloomiest day … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i beliefs, cultures, darkness, gloom, hard times, images, life crises, life turns, living in the world, living with sickness, maturity, melancholy, obstacles, paradigms, past, poems by vonnely, present time, prose, reality, restrictions, Short prose, troubled life, way of life
Märkt challenges, change thinking, coping life, difficulties, improving thinking, living in the world, pandemic, personal life, repression, utmaningar, world problems
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One hot day in April I went shopping…
It’s bloody hot today! It’s only April, but still a summer heat! Well, I expected it to be hot when I dressed to go out to shop – but like a normal spring heat! … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i become old, fragility, hope, living in the world, loneliness, poems by vonnely, Poetry, prose, reading life, Short prose, spring, Swedish "culture", vår
Märkt alone, April, day-fly story, dreams of summer, karantän, old age, quarantine, single lady, sunny day
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Medelklassens hastiga uppvaknande (What is ”normal” and to whom?)
Read this post in English here below Jag läser om morgonen en krönika i en morgontidning om att vi aldrig ”efter detta” (pandemin!) kan gå tillbaka till det ”normala”. Det vill säga förgifta jorden. Äga förmågan att uppleva vad som … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i courage, culture values, cultures, diseases, fears, fragility, happiness, human rights, immigrants, living in the world, living with sickness, morality, nature, poems by vonnely, prose, reading newspapers, reality, sentimentality, Short prose, spring, Sweden view, Swedish "culture", Swedish conditions, troubled life, unhappiness, welfare
Märkt covid-19, kultursidor, medeklassögon, middle-class-eyes, normal life, normalt liv, virus, vitsippor, wood anemones
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Elderly balance (single-leg stance)
When 18 people read my texts I exist. Otherwise it is not much with that, unless I not wake up in the night with cramps in one lower leg, then I surely know I’m alive. I hear on the TV … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i about writing, aging, alienation, armed loneliness, authenticity, become old, body image, courage, create life, creativity, culture values, dreamers, fate, fears, fragile, grief, happiness, human cruelty, left aside, living with chronic diseases, loneliness, loners, loss, lost, lost trust, maturity, melancholy, memories, morality, obstacles, old age, opportunities, past, poems by vonnely, politics, poverty, reading life, reality, repression and borders, Short prose, Sweden view, Swedish "culture", Swedish conditions, unhappiness, visionaries, vulnerability, walk of life, walls, with or without you, words, writing
Märkt aging, alone, balance, bli sedd, breaking up, create life, dreams, living in the world, loneliness, loss, on poetry writing, readers, repression, sadness, visible, yoga
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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 … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i changes, images, left aside, loss, love story, melancholy, poems by vonnely, Poetry, prose poem, reading life, reality, relationships, sadness, secret love, Short prose, single-handed voyage, unhappiness
Märkt abandoned, alone, breaking up, broken heart, coping life, dream of love, loneliness, lost love, relationships
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One-man riot
There are riots in Hong Kong, there are riots in Paris and in Barcelona. There are riots in Bagdad and the cities around in Iraq as well as in cities in Iran as Tehran and around in the country, tell … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i armed loneliness, authenticity, borders, create life, living in the world, loneliness, lost trust, morality, opportunities, paradigms, past, politics, reading, reading life, reading newspapers, reality, relationships, repression and borders, right wing, roots, Short prose, Sweden view, Swedish conditions, visionaries, vulnerability, walk of life, walls, with or without you
Märkt alone, coping life, dream of love, living in the world, love and life, private zone, relationships, repression and borders, riots, world events
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Changes (living in a ”free” world)
There will be some changes on this blog until I paid the fee getting me free from ads. (Meaning some of my entries destroyed by inserted ads are now set ”private” not visible for a while.) If only the ads … Fortsätt läsa
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 … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i armed loneliness, courage, create life, desirers, dreamers, fragile, hate, heartache, heartbreaker, hjärtekrossare, leaving, life and love, loneliness, loss, lost, lost trust, love story, morality, poems by vonnely, prose poem, relationships, romance, sadness, Short prose, surviving, vulnerability
Märkt alone, breaking up, broken heart, courting, dream of love, egotism and love, emotional limitations, loneliness, love and life, repression, romance, sadness, thistle love
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Greta and the environmental concerns (Greta och miljön)
It annoys me this false devoted heightening of this girl in media here in Sweden and abroad. She did not start her school strike for the environment to be praised by media and or by celebrities, minor politicians or a … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i courage, create life, hope, living in the world, nature, opportunities, paradigms, poems by vonnely, politics, reading newspapers, reality, rebellious lovers, Short prose, Sweden view
Märkt change, children, climate change, confidence, create life, destruction, earth survival, environmental movement, politics, repression
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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 … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i armed loneliness, body image, create life, dreamers, living in the world, loss, maturity, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, prose poem, Short prose, walk of life
Märkt be a subject, be an object, bus ride, clients vs professionals, Copenhagen Metro Flash mob, coping life, create life, daylight people, dreaming, empathy, Grieg Morning mood, handle life with labels, labeled, labeling, living in the world, missing you, night dreams, people
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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 … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i animal rights, fictional story, memories, past, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, prose poem, roots, Short prose
Märkt fox fur, freedom, loss, memories, nature, nature life, nostalgia, out in the cold, red fox fictional story, utanförskap, vilda djur
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A woman must always wear shoes she can run in
As I was reading web papers today I came to listen to a slam poet reading. I’m not that fond of slam poetry. As of course – I could certainly not do it myself, as I’m not that skilled! Yet, … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i body image, create life, inspiring literature, morality, poems by vonnely, politics, reading, repression and borders, Short prose, walk of life, writing
Märkt Charlottesville, create life, high heels, living in the world, media, memories, refugees, repression and borders, slam poetry, women's living conditions, womens' lib
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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. … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i create life, living in the world, Living with chronic pains, poems by vonnely, prose poem, Short prose
Märkt "Time to say goodbye", alone, ancient gardens, AndreaBocelli, Con te partirò, create life, det nödvändiga, fibromyalgia, living with chronic pains, loneliness, lonely walker, music healing, nature healing, needs of beauty, poem in springtime, ruins, walks
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