Fjordscene Poetry

Du holdt om min arm – solen skinnede – vi snakkede – vi grinede – det var varmt selvom det var tidligt på året – du rystede på hovedet så solens reflekser dryssede ud af håret – Du overskinnede solen […]

Kærligheden strømmer fra mig som en flod. Skyller alt det gode med sig ud. Efterlader kun det bundfald her hos mig som jeg nu skal leve med alene uden dig.

En magnetisk kraft skubber mig væk – jeg rækker frem men jeg kan aldrig nå – en vind blæser mig bagud; det er den som alle mennesker holdes nede ad – småting, jordting, tidsbegrænsning, med værdi de ikke har – […]

Jeg er hende hvis øjne lyser op når de ser ting du ikke kan se – jeg er hende der forærer dig en digtsamling i form af stilhed – jeg er hende som accepterer din tilstedeværelse og måske havde kunnet […]

Jeg vil sige så meget at jeg intet får sagt. Jeg prøver at sige så meget at jeg kun får sagt det halve. Jeg siger intet og siger alt.

Alkohol vugger mig som bølger Bølger på min barndoms sandstrand Hold kæft; jeg er hjemme

I drifted aimlessly from city onto city so light I thought the wind was strong enough to carry me. I felt so light and frail – transparent – that I thought it wouldn’t matter much if I was there or […]

My language is soft like the topsoil, soft like a feather, so soft it makes silk jealous – it slides comfortably off my tongue – it beckons to me – a soothing balm to wash off the burn of English […]

* “Polar bear” is the name of a drink Alcohol rocks me like waves Waves on the sandy beach back home Shut up, I am home

Breakfast porridge, coffee, steam in gentle curls, a yawn from time to time, flannel pajamas, morning breath, a memory of thoughts that come and go – a sip of coffee more, dish-washing spoon and plate, a minute lost in thought […]

I – ephemeral – wander about. The sadness of a place whose ruins give the only semblance of permanence. The waves rinse the shore awaiting the day they can clean away our presence for good. I feel their hunger – […]

A pile of rubble, bricks and timber scattered on a plain. Some cluttered lines of trees alone is what remain. And weeds are sprouting through the waste uncaring and unkind. But then again – how could they care – does […]

The cold light of dawn that highlights all flaws – I stand firm in the face of danger, humiliation, misunderstanding – for lack of alternative. What does the world have to offer me but a prison made of human hearts […]

I used to dream of wisdom, I used to dream of strength. I used to dream of good things – those dreams were all to end. I used to dream up people, I used to dream up jobs. I dreamt […]

Childhood vs. Adult Imagination I remember, once upon a time, an ocean stretching far and wide – an open, endless, wide expanse whose boundaries were out of sight Yet now, when in that kind of mood I take the path […]

Old, torn lace hanging draped over a sunkissed face. We’re old as a species though the planet thinks us young. … Paint that scales off house facades – crackled pavements worn by decades. Weathered, wooden fences – weathered, broken tiles. […]

SPRING: The buds that unfold and grow, the dew that resumes at night, droplets in beams of light, dispersing remnants of snow. SUMMER: The skin on the back of your hand, the sunshine through the trees, the veins that pattern […]

The things I valued not so long ago – the things for which I lived and the ones I left untold are all now piled together into one close-packed rhyme for all now share in fate: They’ve fallen out of […]

Confusion is a fact of life, and when my mind forgets, my dreams continue to remind me of the life I had; I see you, see your smile again, and hear your voice again, I feel you touch me, feel […]

I have so many questions; at least one for every person I have met, both the ones alive and the ones who are dead. I have so much to ask everyone because I want to understand my life and its […]