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@lovmbr
I want a taste of older times,
To bathe in remnants of its ease,
Where in the high grass there I lie,
Lulled in by crickets and cool breeze,
Where kitten sleeps in my long sleeve,
Where calf nibbles gently at my hand,
Where I am kin to flock of geese,
There, where in quarry I, young, stand,
As swallows nest in slopes of chalk,
Skies are azure and ever vast,
Where village is alive with buzz and jokes,
Where future hasn't come to pass.
I want a glimpse of simpler times,
To breathe in lungfulls of its expanse,
Where I lean onto the trunk of ancient pine,
Caught up in butterflies' dance,
Where clovers grace my flower crown,
Where Nana shares her lore on celandine,
Where I am ace of mushroom hunts,
There, where I crown me queen of life
That spreads as far as glade would last,
Alight with tender piercing sunrays,
Where dozing city renders stark contrast,
Where yet ahead lie countless days.
I want a hold of better times,
To build in roots of it to weather,
Where best of prime lives outside my rhymes,
For you and I delivered it, together.
Times, August 2024
Crimson, a fragile petal drifts on the breeze, lost and swallowed by the earthen hush. Its innocence shed, buried by darkness, where dreams lie unfed. A careless touch, a fragment torn away. The flower, a fragile heart reaching for the light, child's trust held. Unaware a piece of it has fallen in silent despair. Buried beneath the weight of the unknown.
“I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.”
— Henri Barbusse, from The Inferno (Boni and Liveright, 1918)
Make me impressed
don’t allow your loneliness to lower your standards.
Don't you think we would be much less lonely if we just learn to reach out and speak our hearts? This world is full of smiling faces carrying hearts who long for a listener. Imagine if we just open ourselves up for new experiences. This digital world doesn't have to be toxic only, use it well and you can find your safe space here too.
-Sabina Yesmin
Nina Leen, “Short Nightgowns,” Life, May 1952
Inka & Niclas Lindergård
Becoming Wilderness, 2013-2014
sometimes soft love is just listening to someone ramble for hours about their favorite book or show or song and never asking them to stop once