Fluen

De to følgende diktene om fluen er laget av mine to nydelig barn <3



Fluen

Fluen flyr og flyr og stopper aldri.
Tenk om jeg var en flue,
tror du jeg hadde flydd og flydd og aldri stoppet?

-Laget av Aurora Sæthre Frøholm


Fluen

Det var en gang en flue
som ble smekket av en fluesmekker.

- Laget av Alexander Sæthre Frøholm

How does one know

So how does one know for certain that love is about to start

And how does love choose its players, like a perfect piece of art

Is it with a feeling that this story needs now to begin

And do the players know they're playing from within

How can one know the feeling love gives is quite for real

That all you ever wanted is in this single deal

Is it in the way one walks and talks about it in a day

Or is it in the silent language we cast each others play

How can we know it's love when there's no rules hanging on the wall

And yet what we know is that it can someway find a way to all

And then it's like a well kept secret that urges us to be told

For in those magic words our part will then unfold

For you're like a piece of art standing on my scene

and I'm mesmerized staring at your marvel of a screen

The role you play is stuck with me, it can never disappear

And it clings to us like light and fluffy air

And love doesn't choose us for us beauty neither for our youth

Its built upon the hearts that are longing for its truth

So does it really matter how our play once came to start

For all love ever need was your living, breathing heart

Lost

When did it start within
when did our dance begin

was it in the morning light

As the sun was rising to the sky
or the black of night
when the night swarms flew quickly by

I cannot tell the time, for I am lost in its sea
I dwell in this hour, lost beyond me

All that exit now is a naked heart that’s me
For I’m changed, I am new
Your touch set me free
And all that I can do is to coexist with you

I am but lost, still it’s all I want it to be
lost beyond reason, lost beyond me

It doesn't even matter when it all supposed to start
not now, not then, not at all
says my pulsing heart
So vulnerable and small

My heart, long lost in the deep of your sea
Its swallowed all my senses, a price paid willingly


 

 

Sonett: Alderdom

Å være trøtt og sliten i kroppen min

Å finne glede ved regn på kinnet

Å være glad er å holde hånden din

Å finne  glede beriker sinnet

Jeg er aleine med min tanke

Jeg er her enda for en liten stund

Jeg kan fortelle hver vemodstanke

Hvis du vil lytte til min gamle munn

En dag vil du være trøtt og sliten

En dag vil du finne de gleder små

En dag vil du bli puslete og liten

Og undrende se fra den gang til nå

Så når regnet faller kan du forstå

at store tanker er så bittesmå

I should be

I am who I am,

though I often feel like I should be.

Something so much greater then the one you`re left too see.

I wish I be that painting hanging on the wall,

the one with the mighty dragon protecting big and small.

Or maybe I should be a golden statue of a girl in spring,

that always keep on smiling

no matter what her day may bring.

But I am often neither,

brave or glad.

And often I feel quite opposite,

more cowardly and sad.

But one thing that I know,

always will be true.

I am utterly and endlessly in love with you

Real life

I once was told
That I must be old
To understand real life
Then the years past by
And there was I
Standing at a still
For neither was I brighter or wiser at my will

Though I tried to study life in all
The puzzle was still there
Challenging and making my utterly despair

Then suddenly, it dawned on me
For my thoughts was the simple key
For life is this, as it came to be
Here on this place called earth
I would not have existed here
If it wasn't for my birth

So to understand real life is to simply see
The understanding lies in that I once became a me

The spaces of our heart

At times our hearts can feel so lonely

Like someone’s not around

And you looking for the only

That someone to be found

But then one day I did discovered

Its not loneliness we might feel

But something more profounding

Something just as real

For our hearts have many spaces

Some big and some are small

It gives room for different people

Both the short once and the tall

And all these spaces has its stories

For they all has its own person to behold

But at times our hearts grows bigger

It’s the beauty of a heart I’m told

And in this change we find confusion

Misinterpret as a lonely heart

But instead it’s more like a pressing feel

When a new love is about to start.