Category Archives: PHOTOS

Unknown's avatar

ROSE-HIP FLOWERS

by

I did sessions with rose-hip last fall and winter, so now I take the flowers.

ROSE-HIP FLOWERS 1ROSE-HIP FLOWERS 2ROSE-HIP FLOWERS 3

Unknown's avatar

TRU KNOW TIME (E-BOOK)

by

TRU KNOW TIME – 1 SIGFRIDSSON

Unknown's avatar

AS AXE BLOW

by

Here is a stone-hill filled with taken away stones.

 

There is a leaning larder collecting in what is already eaten.

 

(All still as ardent as a forgotten memory of a light burned out.)

 

 

The surpassed present time is without real answers

and sowing here without harvest in a curious connection

 

Viet knows what Honour causes, while here now life;

last and finally is mostly for ill hidden purposes grief

 

IN WITH THE UNREACHABLE TO GRAB!

TAKE THE FINAL STEP!

 

Be a solidity with the striking-weapon; Clarity and Right,

and fill up the patience, break here down suffering!

 

BE THE WORLD A WITHSTANDING DELIGHT!

NOW LIVE YOURSELF FULL!

 

 

It begins.

 

Enter to the present time with something monumental:

 

TRUTH.

AS AXE BLOW

Unknown's avatar

WHERE STONE SHARDS STAND

by

Choice is stone on flowers

or flowers on stone

 

YOU THERE! Follow me here and step on meandering ant-tracks

continuing down through the meadowland; in just this spring

which now remade by the meltwater runs over into…

 

Summer, went past reflecting other little summer memories

up here on juniper tree hills and field islands; down by the creeks

we turn our embraces around full-grown wild strawberry ditches

 

 

The water-mirror slumbered stuck further down in the old hollow

with its pine-needles and dust swimming on after― So prettily teasing

 

We will see invisibly lifted stone shards there behind the glade

by saddened hardened in each corner ― Yet they’re playing

 

 

The views are here allowed to be us stretched far and wide,

reachable, for us hastily taken in right before…

 

Autumn, a scent around blot wood and mushrooms in damp moss

from a silent hiding-place where one single leaf has hanged itself on;

following true life-gladness in search after worth seeing; stainless.

 

 

It died down meanwhile the river silenced below the ridge

and beside me sat a frosted fog denseness in a smile;

in its cold and snowfilled winterarms winterfairest shine

 

 

We return home inside the soll!

 

We strike forward our years on mountains!

 

We break Earth’s veins!

WHERE STONE SHARDS STAND

Unknown's avatar

AFORE BEAUTY DIES

by

Where fallow stayed accessible for years

gleaming in its coldest nightstones; calling

inside the forests snow-covered darkness

as night grew all its frost ready; to cling

 

Watching the remains sunken down in blood.

 

(My intensive double eyes

telling about my earlier lives,

remember now my clearest traces.)

 

 

Following my longings impossible demands,

 

That,

 

which never at any time will caress;

cutting a heart that thought too hard; My grave.

 

 

And all my beauty is now dead, as yours,

which in all of you so wrench and aggrieve

 

 

Missing me. My longing is cured.

FINDING. AM. BRED.

I am the new essence matured.

 

 

Extinguishing all my wounds suffering,

and awake, afore beauty dies, once more.

SPRING FLOWERS 1

Unknown's avatar

TILL ETT NÄRBELÄGET MINNE

by

Det mest självklara för vargen förvånar fåren.

 

Ser en dödad vinterbrodd fastfrusen träcket

och igenkänner de direkt födda ner i gravfamnen:

 

Fattiga ungskogarna, tätt eller glest växta,

i ett frånvarande tillstånd vänder till trotset

däri själva vissnandet upptar all deras tid…

 

Sårbara, så gåtfullt överens med hårdaste erfarenheten,

växta på en stenbumling med rötterna synliga runtom

felslut som; tvivel, olust, sorger, vekhet och misär

där orden mest bjuder på gammal halvmesyr

dugligt till smickret; klent till Verkligheten

 

Fulländat dagdrömda dansade på nattgammal is,

äcklande gynnade produkter fria från renhet

och har frihet till hopp om ynklig nåd efter illdåd,

ty ungdomens dumheter slösar ungdomens glöd bort

 

Vänner! Såren kommer till innan lidandet

och täckes sällan över av att gjort är gjort

för när det strids om att få äta tistlarna,

vara mest kväljande trälföda lekt i lort,

kommer döden aldrig hit för fort

TILL ETT NÄRBELÄGET MINNE.jpg