Suurien tunteiden nainen

Suurien tunteiden nainen

Minun elämässä ei mikään ole haaleaa,
tai laimeaa.
.ei mitään eilisen päivän mikrossa lämmitettyjä nakkikeittoja.
Joko on niin kuumaa että kituset palaa,
tai niin kylmää että perse jäätyy pakkasella hankeen.

Minä maalaan isolla kädellä,
suurin siveltimin vedoin täyttäen koko canvaksen.
Minä laulan kovaa ja korkeelta kuin oopperan kummitus.
Osuuko nuotit kohdilleen?
 Harvemmin, mutta tunteella vedän loppuun saakka.

Kun minä nauran, se on harvemmin mikään hienostunut naisellinen hihitys.
Hohotus ja hyeenan kiljuminen liene osuu lähemmäksi kuvailemaan minusta kumpuavia riemun ääniä.
Kun minä itken, niin kaivakaa kanootit- tulvavaara.
Ja kun minä suutun, kun minä tosissani suutun, silmäni tummuvat raivosta ja toivot olevasi jossain hyvin,hyvin kaukana.

Suuria tunteita, suurella sydämellä.
Vahvoja voimakkaita makuja, ja räiskyviä värejä.
Sillä minä, minä en ole hajuton,mauton enkä väritön - minä olen elämää sykkivä intohimoinen nainen, sitä minä olen

Dancing your days away

Life indeed is a journey..
Journey,that will end the very moment,when you take the last breath...

But until that moment comes,
life is here and life is now!
Today it might be sweet as a cotton candy ,
while tomorrow it might taste bitter and sour.

Life can be danced in oh so myriad of ways..
It can have the dramatic, luring rhytm of paso doble...
...it can whisk you off your feet to the lightest of waltzes..
Or it can be all boogie boogie and jive like there is no tomorrow...

So..don't stop dancing until the music stops.
When it stops, it will be life lived with passion,
and you will sleep a smile on your face.

Anneli Laulumaa 31.10.2018

When one door closes.....

When one door closes, another one opens...or at least a window..

  This year has been quite a roller-coaster for me, to say the least....I prefer less extreme rides,so I have time to enjoy the scenery.
I keep beating myself up,that things don't seem to go as I had planned, and I have had trouble of executing my plans in the first place to the finishing line..
Something extra always happens, something un- expected seems to appear from the corner..and it all comes down crashing.
I quess it's just life,what happens. And since I am so stubborn and always find something new to explore, it is quite inevitable that the likelyhood of these " surprise effects" happen to me more often than to those ones, who tends to play it safe.
I should probably try that play it safe- card myself sometimes, but I think it is not for me....I would get bored soon once the novelty wears off.
It is somewhere coded in my genes, in my bones, that Iam meant to wander and be surprised.
Life IS indeed a journey, that is what matter - not the destination.

As I am heading home from one little adventure, which ended sooner than I thought....again...my mind is already focusing in new ones....where and when, that remains a question, but at some point it is time to spread my wings and fly.
And even thought my last adventure ended up to be a short chapter, it will still be memorable and precious.
Because when you are brave enough to open your heart to new experiences, you might get back something special....at least memories, good memories too. The type which will bring a smile on your face, when you sit in front of the open fire with your glass of wine on your hand.
I have thought that my heart is covered by a very high and thick brick wall. Wall so strong, that it barely lets in light, let alone people.
I was wrong.
There is still tiny little cracks on that wall, and it takes a special type of person to find those cracks and sneak in.
That of course makes me vulnerable, but it also makes me open to emotions I thought were long gone.
I am glad I took this trip, I am appreciated to be proven wrong.
I am relieved to know, that my heart is not stone, nor frozen for good.
There is still that flame, sometimes just a tiny one, but it is there...to be discovered.
The flame of life, the passion for life...it is in me, burning for as long as I live.

With appreciation to be alive and feeling
Ann O'Songland

Lonely place to be

Lonely place to be

It is the loneliest place to be,
in the middle of everything but in
nobody's heart.
It is a lonely way to fall asleep,
curled up to a ball in a bed meant for two.
One set of cutleries, one glass of wine warming up in a light of a candle.
The flame being polite and kindly hiding the tears on the cheek of that little girl,who silently sipping her wine looks to the darkness outside.
She pushes away the empty wine glass,
covers herself in a jacket and steps outside to the arms of the night.
She looks above ...admires the sky full of bright stars, she feels small and humble, yet not lonely...just tiny...
She feels she is part of a universe, just not
part of the society...

She is like a random actress in other people's movies, where she only has few lines to perform and then her time is out,
she will be left out in the curtains...
Show must go on, but it is not her show,
she is not invited.
It is a lonely place to be, muted and un-noticed on the shadows of the curtains.


Ann O'Songland

Fallen leaf

Fallen leaf

Out of place,
belonging nowhere...
...drifting ,
carried by a wind from one place to yet another...
Never finding home,
never being part of anything.
Always alone,
being kicked out of the way by busy feet..
Not picked up and appreciated its rare unique looks and beauty....just swept aside like a nuisance...

Like a fallen leaf of the autumn,
coming to an end of its' time..
Never really seen,
easily forgotten..
Out of sight,out of mind..
And as the first flakes of snow effortlessly land to the frozen ground, so does the fallen leaf be buried under the soft cool white blanket - it is time for goodbyes.

Ann O'Songland