
A silent evening by the sea
I cannot sleep a night like this
No need my nightly daemons flee
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Instead I wait in calmest bliss
The whisper in my ear of us
Of you and me, the sweetest kiss
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Short poem, at bedtime September 3 2012
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
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haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
This is lovely Bjorn. Beautiful photo too.
Many thanks 🙂
Sublime!
Thank you so much Jan. appreciated 🙂
I like this picture quite a lot, and I like the poetic story you painted from it. You write nicely about such things. I wonder, do you live just there on the sea in that way? Are such pictures taken from out your back window? You certainly write as though you know such scenes quite well.
I live quite close, but during my summer adventures I get closer to this type of scenery. We have a vast archipelago outside Stockholm.
It is not far from where I live, picture is taken when we were out on kayak.