The jar

looking at this jar
from every possible angle
wanting the inside out
and holding it upside down

without comprehending
how the lid is locked
how to open it:
that’s me and life

After the image of a jar I saw on facebook :)

Two women, eighty, talking in the street
Their words singing in their northern vowels
Their gossip going up and down, dancing
From mouth to mouth, and back, from eyes to eyes.

They’re in a rain of golden Autumn leaves,
They never noticed time who walks with them
As not that long ago they were two girls
Skipping ropes, laughing in the golden light.

The ward

There was a little boy
Dancing
In the hospital corridor
Where people around him
Hurried
And he was doing a pirouette

And this was the cancer ward
And here people were dying
There was a little boy
Dancing
A mile away
A time away

And for a moment
All were dancing with him
A day away
A needle away
All became memories
That no one ever saw

Bye for now

Gone for a bit, as there are examinations for my husband. We will be on the mainland in hospital or at home. <3

the only way to walk this road
is doing so together
to find the strength
of waves colliding

the only way
to go this road this time
is about now
and I shall join you all the way

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Let it pour

What I would like for a good day now
has to start as lazy long morning
after a lot of sleep
and you beside me smiling,
arms reaching, around me, all ending
in the nicest dream, a memory to keep;

there should be a blanket of warmth
and yellow candlelight
after walking a mile on the beach,
as we find a moist smelling fire-place.
We hear friendly voices near us talking
while outside rain is pouring over a window fast.

A good day is that.
And we had such before, you and me.
I would like them forever to last.
Let there be more, more.
Let it be, let it pour.
Let life be a bit like before.

Time out

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Cosy ramblings and a walk on the beach,
Ten memories each and without the drinking.
We enter a place where we find back ourselves.
Fire and chairs from decades ago.
Sand and a glow and the Northsea’s noise:
This home is our choice as we need to be
in a deserted good café for now.

Drying laundry in the rain

Laundry hanging in the pouring rain;
All seems in vain, a useless day
an apron blown away is flying over fields.
So what. There is no yield in sorrow.

Words in papers that are never read;
Thoughts remaining when there’s nothing said;
Fear and panic that we know will end.
Feeling love from such a distant friend.

The pegs won’t hold the linen sheets for long;
In storm and turmoil they are swollen,
They are sails and we the sailors now.
That we stand strong! That we are able.

Laundry drying although all is wet;
Miracles occurring when all hope has left.
Holding hands we say goodbye to fear,
Sailing off to unknown waters.

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