Norwegian charm, the girlish kind:
As blueberries are making gay
you laughter brightens up my day.
How can I not have truth in mind?
The fruit tree competition find.
Like strawberries to good to waste
your look resistless makes my taste,
Norwegian charm, the girlish kind.
Untroubled, cool, and down to earth
by fearfulness, by colours bright,
by no stem given, honour light,
your show demystifies the birth.
Photo: John Y. Larsson
6 comments:
Hi Anders,
I think it is a nice poem. How is the Norwegian adult charm?
I am sorry but the last two sentences I can't understand completely. Is it the opposite of trembling, sweaty hands? Stomach and tummy upside down, difficulty to breathe? Your mind running in circles, afraid you can not speak. Almost crying by emotions? Worried you look terrible, afraid your eyes can not focus. And at the same time looking forward, be happy and can't resist to smile at the thought of... at last...
Blessings,
Lois
No. In Norway blueberries and strawberries are found on the ground, not in trees. Walking in berries is a special feeling. (See a picture of Norwegian blueberries | here |.)
Hi there...enjoying your poems...and even the ones you leave in comments.
Hope all is well
Love, Jess
Hi Anders,
I love your comment! And I send you my smile:-)
Love and blessings,
Lois
I have today posted a picture of Norwegian blueberries along with the poem. :-)
Nice, they look juicy!
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