Moody Mondays

Spring has arrived in the South of Sweden, but Uppland is still cloaked in snow and the sky is grey today.The winter birds are flitting about and the birch look sad from my vantage point. A busy weekend kept me away from the computer so once again the day calls for three pieces to be posted. Written in 2006/7, these pieces seem to hold a kind of timelessness.

the silence of the noise

The silence of the noise
Is deafening
But strangely
It is no longer
Emotionally crippling

The silence of the noise
Quickly embraced
Enjoyed and relished
The sweetest taste
No need to fill it
With meaningful voices
Hastily made bad choices

The silence of the noise
How enlightening
My own company
No longer frightening
Room to grow
The pace certainly not
A devastating blow

The silence of the noise
An interesting idea
My life no longer built around
Moments of occasional cheer
My own heart-beat
Setting the pace
Free in the moment
Enjoying life
In my personal mind space

27/02/07

Independence

Independence
We nurture and cherish
But, do we really understand
What independence means
Are we willing to our understanding
Of the concept
Challenge and question

Independence
We seek
Arrogantly equating it
To freedom with money
Going and coming as we please
Choosing whom to love
Whom to set free

Independence
We are mostly
Under the illusion of having
When it is offered socially
Does not translate
To individual freedom
Liberating

Independence
We still seek
Even when we are able to
Spend the money we earned
As we please
Choose our friends
Dress the way we like
Leave our hair free

Independence
We still seek
Because we tie ourselves down
By other’s opinions of whom we should be
How to behave
What to do
With whom to be

Independent
We will only be
When we accept
That it is only we
Who can claim
This right
None can give it
To you and me
Then only can we be free
Independently

14/09/06

Friendships

What kind of friendships
Do we in our lifetime expect
Fleeting
In the moment
Or nurtured
Over many years
Fair-weather friends
Or friendships-in-need
Are those the best kind indeed?

Friendships we say we treasure
But how to truly
These relationships measure
Is it by the number of
Secrets we share
Shoulder crying sessions
Or the every time you put me to bed
After a few too many
Or a lost loved one cherished

Friendships are relationships
We willfully seek
Sometimes it happens upon us
When we to each other gravitate
Pulled together in the oddest circumstances
Other times we fight against our instincts
Yet, it will still grow and blossom
True friendships
We will later call it
When we still connect
After years many

Friendships, something so special
We’ll do everything to it at all costs protect
We are devastated
When we have to leave it all behind
Clouded by interference, misunderstandings unkind
It fills one with such dread
That one with time
Less from these connections expect
Living with losing friendships
Part of life’s momentums
We suffer with regret
Sometimes we yearn for new ways
To our hearts from these losses protect

By Simone Noemdoe, 14/09/06 (some minor edits, 28/01/11)