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Bingo on Valentine’s Day?
Love and lovers are not in my mind nowadays, not even today on Valentine’s Day, in spite my black lace bra: I turn 72, a breast cut away, one bra cup silicone filling. At present I lean on my … 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
(A rose to my) cyber friends
I go to bed late at night and before I fall asleep I recall the past day – and I ask myself “Is this all there is to my life?” I wake in mornings facing … Fortsätt läsa
The key to my mind
I don’t know why I began to love you, as love came without warning from nowhere and will not go away but remain. We were “just friends” and now we try to understand this unlikely love affair. But love is … Fortsätt läsa
Sunrises
there was once a time I was transported around like a bag – childhood times ending in left to loneliness new times, you flies over the world in a second, yet you never leave your room disclosing yourself to clouds … Fortsätt läsa
Now this January!
Now January has hasty gone from plus seven Celsius to minus seven and heavy snow fall causes chaos; people told to stay home. I stand at my window feeling a bit stifled and reduced – … Fortsätt läsa
”At your own risk”
And the doctor at the emergency ward said ”you go home at your own risk”! But there’s nothing like ”at your own risk” if you have dependents – because you don’t belong to yourself but to … Fortsätt läsa
Forgive me
I have hurt your feelings again, forgive me for all that I am not and my boldness to love you
You touched my soul
Like when you touch me with your gentle thoughts I become real, I’m a dream coming true. You created a room for you in my heart and for every created room in a heart, opens … Fortsätt läsa
November, and winter will come
November and I fear winter coming. I wish me cosiness, but so far it’s only a longing and a ”write about”! To whom will I write, now when I have lost my most devoted friend? Friendship is such a matter! … Fortsätt läsa
Now November 1st (are you sleeping?)
November 1st, it’s night and it’s quiet, except for the sound of a cold steady rain against my windows. Almost all trees are bare out there. The climate is getting harder. It’s dark here there I am, dark there … Fortsätt läsa
It’s you, in my thoughts (det är du, i mina tankar)
It’s you, in my thoughts in lonely evenings – and it’s like a whole century of silence reigns in my rooms! Now late October’s icy golden glow slowly glides into gloomy November’s muted darkness and bare cold nights – and … Fortsätt läsa
Boring buddy boy
Boring, boring buddy boy – deal with such, it’s like sweeping the floor or set the clock! Oh, buddy boy, before you make demands on your buddy woman, your fully matured sweet old and hot and … Fortsätt läsa
I can’t quit you, buddy!
A tribute to a friend and to blues music. I love Buddy Guy and blues music. Oh buddy, what will I do the time you’re gone! Sure, we’re ”just friends” with no obligations, acquaintances for some time … Fortsätt läsa
And if I would write you a letter?
And if I’d write you a letter, telling you my heart’s A B C, showing you how to read and please me and opened a door to my life? But I won’t do it! And if … Fortsätt läsa
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 … Fortsätt läsa
It’s a friend’s birthday today
“Messenger” informed me it’s your birthday today. It’s five months since we last talked, but I texted you three months ago to remind you of your absence – and on my phone you are listed under letter ”A” just before … Fortsätt läsa
Black and white and bleeding red
(Short story about black and white, and bleeding red) It’s snowing heavily, whitening my whole world, while I slowly walk my old and stiff joints to the bus stop. I shuffles clumsily through the slush, while I try … Fortsätt läsa
Betrayal is betrayal
Yes good, so we can say goodbye with no hate between us, you said and smiled. You can only dream of that, I said, of course I will hate you and judge you for this, you are just an asshole … Fortsätt läsa
I’m stiff and cold getting old
I’m stiff and cold getting old Out a winter storm but none at home to keep me warm except for my cute purring cat in my lap; she’s only for the lonely topped by a random internet chat I try … Fortsätt läsa
Life throbs in us and we must respond to it
I Two souls in two room in darkness far apart in universe. They have never met and yet they feel so close like one heart and one soul. Around them the endless cosmos making individual lives … Fortsätt läsa
A friend like you
When you’re out of reach because I can’t write to you: let me stay present in your mind, like I’m constantly aware about you! I imagine we’re the same kind and I simply need a friend like you. All those … Fortsätt läsa
This day, whenever I come to think of you
This day, whenever I come to think of you it just ends with I start to weep. My mother used to say ”no point cry over spilled milk”, but she too often said one thing – and then did another … Fortsätt läsa
Like a potsherd
Your kindness brought me home again. But was it love? You picked me up and throw me back, as I was nothing but a potsherd to find and leave behind. But I had a crush on you, … Fortsätt läsa
We walk on the edge of despair
We walk on the edge of despair, unhappy as hell, and you tell me there are times, there are times! And I say – yes, I know about it… We’re simply two pity petals who fell of the set tables … Fortsätt läsa
She once had a best friend
this is a translation of the poem posted July 17, ”Hennes bästa vän” She once had a best friend and Ralph was his name and he had a wife, Lena, and three children and a cat, and he built them a … Fortsätt läsa
Hennes bästa vän
(I write in Swedish this time, maybe I’ll translate it later.) (”Once she had a best friend”) Hon hade en gång en bästa vän och Rolf, det var hans namn och han hade en fru, Lena, och tre barn och … Fortsätt läsa
Haiku: Loving friend
Beaten to ground, Heaven sent me an angel to raise me up.
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