Kategoriarkiv: summer poem
And you let the door be open…
You let your door be open towards summer’s sweet July and let its greenery color the blood in your veins and all the ”if” and ”why” vanishes from your mind. There is no yesterday and no tomorrow and you … Fortsätt läsa
Already July?
It rushes by so very fast, the Swedish summer. Already now in July I can feel a lurking anxiety that soon it will be all over with all the greenery, the flowers and bright light nights for a coming darkness … Fortsätt läsa
The dream to get to hold the red rose of love in hand
He said he wanted to be with me and for a while I let him keep on with it He enchanted his own mind to believe this ”we” was true and real, but I knew, sober as … Fortsätt läsa
I take a walk every day
Translated from Swedish, the Swedish text below. I take a short walk every day to regain my strength in body and head. It is as it use to be, everyone has someone but I have no one at all … Fortsätt läsa
One day life will be beautiful
(All the sadly felled forests in the past, you view them as the harmed life that became yours. And these memories weigh you down and paralyze your life force. But you cannot live like that!) One day life will … 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
Rainy July
Now damn it’s fucking raining again and life is as banal as a country song. In the corner the TV shows reruns of reruns while the night darkens toward a new day which will be as soaked as the … Fortsätt läsa
July gloom
And the rain keeps on pouring from the sky, my balcony plants flooded into rotten roots. A face fades away and the days’ grays, alike my hair while my lonely heart shrivels. And I feel like I am sinking away … Fortsätt läsa
Lonely geranium / Ensam pelargon
Always, you and I (a love thing) always argued always led to a breakup always missing you Vi (en kärleksgrej) vi grälade jämt vi gjorde jämnt slut till slut vi saknar varann Lonely geranium I and summer came but the … Fortsätt läsa
As the world appears (barber wire haiku)
As the world appears Why bother picking flowers? And why fall in love? Barbed wire Flower The power of tyranny Hong Kong Orchid Tree Trump and Xi Jinping like monsters in ancient myths kills our single lives What to dream … Fortsätt läsa
I am nobody’s somebody
I am nobody’s somebody. Someone out there! In here and yonder you, I’m you nobody! Who hardly knew me, neither my dreams. I miss someone, nobody. I eat the summer greenery with my eyes, to feed me in the … 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
Where the birches rustles their summer song
When one goes, the other is seen left behind: But the former will be what comes. The other: the laughing gentleman, now ridiculous naked butt as the fairy tale emperor: but still haughty he gabbles his garbage. Far after the … Fortsätt läsa
Philosophizes about my (lack of a) love life
I plugged in the wrong end of a cord into my laptop and the electrical system collapsed instantly. Now I sit here without computer and energy, without passion and power and without contact with anyone and I wonder if you … Fortsätt läsa
I’m sorry
Was I stupid, or was it you who misled me on purpose? No matters! We have all our desires. And I don’t want to blame any of us, but to say ”I’m sorry it became as it became”. As these … Fortsätt läsa
The fragrances lingers
This last long cold winter never seemed to let go of its grip. Then spring came rapidly and intense. On Wednesday last week when I cycled downtown to the local library I could see how all the spring flowers bloomed … Fortsätt läsa
The Rowan Berries (a sour-sweet love story)
In the month of August, when the berries on rowan trees ripen bright reddish, love tends to run off my life, likewise this year. The days are still sunny and warm, but it darkens earlier in the evening and nights … Fortsätt läsa
While life seem to happens somewhere else
It’s a quite sunny day today but windy, a few clouds and my door opened to the greenery. While life seems to happen somewhere else but not here where I am this sleepy July 17, 2017 … Fortsätt läsa
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