Fjordscene Poetry

It is a stripe of sea which glistens greyat the edge of the sky,it has a dark blue wallresembling land,this is where my longing lingersbefore it flies home.

I am a stranger in this countrythat lies deep beneath the grasping sea,the sun looks down here with curving raysand the air flows between my hands.I was told that I was born imprisoned –that I would recognize no face here.Was […]

You, who’ve never left the land of your garden,have you ever stood longing at the fenceand seen how the evening fades to blueon dreaming trails? Was it not a foretaste of uncried tearsthat burned like fire on your tongue,when a […]

Transparent are the days of autumn,painted on the golden bottom of the forest…The days of autumn smile to all the world.It is so lovely to sleep without wishes,full of flowers and tired of all the green,with the wine’s red reed […]

Of all our sunlit worldI wish only for a garden benchwhere a cat is enjoying the sun…There I would sitwith a letter held to my chest,one single small letter.That’s what my dream looks like…

Silvery moonlit night,the blueing night ripples,glistening ripples without numberfollow each after the other.Shadows fall on the road,the bushes on the beach cry quietly,black giants guard the silver of the beach.The deep stillness in the midst of summer,sleep and dream –the moon […]

Where new eyes look at old timesas strangers without a heart…I long towards my old graves,my melancholy greatness cries bitter tearswhich nobody sees.I live incessantly in the sweetness of old daysamong strangers who build new citieson blue hills up against the […]

I.The day turns cool towards evening…Drink the warmth of my hand,my hand has the warm blood of springtime.Take my hand, take my white arm,take the longing of my shoulders…Wondrous to feel,one sole night, a night like this,your heavy head on my […]

I saw a tree that was larger than all othersand full of inaccessible cones,I saw a large church with open doorsand all the ones coming out were pale, strong,ready to die;I saw a woman, smiling and greasepaintedthrowing dice over her […]

The sum of life: we lie, we die

hear, see, feel, give up, give in again – too much world to take in – stop – step back, refrain –

tiny green eyes see the sun for the first time – a cruel sun wanting to burn them back into the ground – wrestling with wispy clouds to get through and do its intended harm – while the tiny green […]

i still live – we lie – we die – it’s “me”, it’s “my” and I still give – what have I, name – no claim, no gain – words – unheard – but I still feel – no, nothing’s […]

sofa: a place for a mother to lie and read, dead to the world and me – a place that speaks “pain” and “tired” in words and in shifty eyes you cannot catch – tested, tried – kitchen: a place […]

“you only hear your echo when I speak with you!” – well, so do you – and you don’t speak “with” me, no you speak to –

fickle faint buzz of your doings in my pocket – if you cared for my thoughts you’d be here though, wouldn’t you? distant humming life of which I am no part demands my attention – not my heart –

drill skull in a flurry of activity – skull is mine – drill is yours – combustion close, compulsion closer – you want more?