July siesta

A fruit-flavoured dream,
still shining on my cheek.
A luscious tiny breeze
wakes me with a breath.

It plays around my eyes,
then slips down to the arms,
vibrating on the peach
velvet of my neck.

A cloudlet in the sky,
desirous, but so shy,
would lay shadow on my
light unbuttoned dress.

A lovely, innocent
sin floats in cherry-scent,
the afternoon goes by
in a sweet caress.

 

Júliusi szieszta

Gyümölcsízű álom

Csurran még a számon,

Könnyűvérű szellő

Ébresztget buján.

Szempillámon játszik,

Lesiklik a vállig...

Bizsereg a bőröm

Barack bársonyán.

Kóválygó kis felleg

Féltékenyen reszket,

Árnyával takarná

Kigombolt ruhám.

Duruzsoló szárnyak

Hintik szét a vágyat.

Málnaillatúan

Zsong a délután.

Our World Tuesday
Skywatch Friday

In the garden

I let the garden grow...

I only watch as one plant overwhelms the other.

And while I'm trying to understand the nature's paths,

I hear as God laughs...

Our World Tuesday

New books on the shelf

I ordered these books on the Internet. They were in quarantine in a corner for two weeks, but now they are ready for reading. 🙂

I like to look around in the bookstores, but I prefer to buy the books online. (Even when life is normal.) It's more comfortable for me, and you can find good offers. I bought these ten books for price of three. 🙂

I gave the title "New books on the shelf" to this post, but there is no more space on the bookshelves, so I still don't know where I can put them. 🙂 This is the benefit of e-books. They don't need any space, and you can take them with yourself everywhere. But I would miss the printed books. I love their scent, I like to touch them, and it's simply good to look at them. 🙂


“Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.”
Stephen Fry

Evening rainbow 😊

Our World Tuesday

Day after day

Our time goes by, years run away,
we patch ourselves day after day,
stubbornly weave a dream, a plan,
like spiders weave – always again,
day after day – new and new threads,
if one of gods tears up their webs.

Nap nap után

Nap nap után elszalad,
foltozgatod önmagad.
Szősz kitartón álmokat,
mint a pók sző napra nap
– hálója ha elszakad –
mindig újabb szálakat.

dVerse ~ Poets Pub
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Oatmeal with strawberry

Strawberry, honey,
and oatmeal, so smooth,
I eat my breakfast
with Winnie the Pooh.

Our World Tuesday