Fjordscene Poetry

sought out solace found – — sketch thoughts in words then plan their meaning deceiving their seeming ease

we speak about the same thing, and the thing is not the same – we call it the same name, but proportions and perspective lie 40 years apart – in a world apart – she thinks she knows the answers […]

silence now will cause silence to reign soon when our course ends with it – ends in it – results in it – end it –

selective hearing in selective wind that blows your words away from me again – a word – a phrase – I piece together that which I want – whatever else may be, remind me later maybe – the world does […]

scathing sunlight scorching parched earth – scathing humans robbing humans of self-worth – earth spins panting, looking on in its despair – our every action makes it wish we weren’t here –

sweet, kind girl eminent at blending into the background of every setting where her scenes unfurl – safety in invisibility –

MARCH: I’m tired of my IT job – I’m going to make it big! – so I’m co-founding this start-up with branded coffee cups and an idea that’ll stick! No boss to push me around – no schedule to follow! […]

assaulted by noise from all around and within – seeking peace – then assaulted by noisy complaints about me being quiet – are you all right? – what is the matter? – why don’t you speak? – just shut up […]

we could go to this fastfood place if you’re hungry (or anyway)! look – cheap burgers! – oh, I see the sign, walk 1 mile that way to get a tiny piece of unidentifiable meat, paper-like cheese and soggy bread […]

outraged teenagers discuss personal matters on a bus – perhaps not caring and perhaps deliberately wanting us to hear their smut – “my friend broke up with her boyfriend through two years a whole month ago and hasn’t yet had […]

not even looking since looks could deceive the fact that she used to know someone like me – not fashionably dressed, clearly not from the city – any traces of roots relating her to me were to be cut if […]

toughness in the thick-rimmed titanium glasses – square jaw held high – sure of himself – sure of his field and that he knew all of it though fallen ten years behind – why care to learn? better pretend and […]

unsuited for the digital age – I don’t want to brand myself – i am human, i am no product – it does not come naturally. I am a poet not a screamer – I hate having photos taken – […]

so, you said you have a company? – I am a social media influencer, yes! – what does that consist of? – updating profiles, testing products that I get and explaining their usage – so, basically getting free stuff and […]

teenage drama, perfectly orchestrated to generate attention on a crowded bus while seeming to want to avoid same attention – I’ll never get to make any money, will I? it’s never gonna happen to me! – well, what would you […]

she has no money – she said so – frowning with carefully plucked and dyed eyebrows and carefully shaded eyelids – re-arranging a fold in the sleeve of a designer jacket – it’s so tough to find the “right” job […]

designed specifically to look special – because what else could bring sense to her life? how could she function acknowledging any common ground with others? how allow herself identity under such circumstances? she needs be the artistic one, the snowflake […]

finely knitted toughness – expensive taste – she regards the rest of us from the pedestal of youth – sure we are fossils and she a teacher – carefully chosen clothes, makeup – carefully over-wrought opinions about insignificant details – […]

noise weaves its way through and around me – a spider’s web of words surround me – i’m spun into it so that i cannot leave but gets further entangled with each attempt – the sticky words bear down on […]

web spun around me – a web of words your mouths form – words added to words in sticky succession – spreading their venom through soundwaves that weave the web through me, between you wedged unwillingly – spun into its […]