Nu är jag tillbaka! En underbar semester, väl behövd sannerligen.
Men hoppar direkt på som om uppehåll icke existerat.
Tänkte att jag skulle publicera min första egenskrivna dikt på bloggen, det här är en del i en diktserie som jag skrev i februari. Ett projekt i skolan, som sedan ställdes ut på Världskulturmuseet i Göteborg.
Anxious and with high expectations. The feather lies on the gravel path, and has been doing so for quite some time. At first it was comfortable, but now it really is time to leave.
Though nothing happens, there is nothing that could carry the feather.
So ready to be swept away, to take off from the gravel path and get new hope in life. But the feather remains where it lies. Sometimes you want something so badly, but simply cannot.
Limited. Feathers, after all, do not have any legs. So, all you do is wait, and hoping someone will come, soon, to help.
To save. It badgers inside, that bottomless well also known as hopelessness, thinks the feather, whose vitality slowly flies away to a place where it cannot be reached.
Over the hills comes the northern wind, it has been rushing for several days, across the sea and through the woods. Always full of life, determination and impulsiveness. The wind has not got the time to stop and think, it just runs by, envied by those who are being left behind.
Fragile and shivering. The feather suddenly feels strength, and all of a sudden is lifted up in the sky. Finally, it cannot stop thinking, while soaring higher and higher. The journey of happiness begins one more time. Who knows where or when the feather will touch ground again? Who knows if it ever will?
Sometimes you are a feather, without any legs, stuck on a gravel path. Sometimes all you need is the northern wind to take hold of you, and not leaving you behind.
(Med reservation för dålig engelska ...)
Det här var alltså del ett av tre, de andra ska publiceras inom en inte allt för avlägsen framtid.