Fjordscene Poetry

I’ve traced your featureswith my fingertipsa thousand timesunfelt –I know each line and fold,each angle, curveas were they partof myself – And yet you stand thereuntouchable and freenot knowing a thingabout me – My fingers feeling things they never felt […]

The sticky sweetness of Danishmuffles my English attemptsat feebly thinking aloud –Danish softness coats my tongueand turns all speechinto the pleasant hum of home –and the sticky, heavy dropscondensed on paperin a foreign tonguetoo serve little purposebut to remind me […]

I danced a dance as daylight dawned –I saw a well-known face – But I awoke as always on my own –you gone without a trace –

4 in the morningand my quiet nightexplodes in birdsong –the restful hoursout of people’s eyescome to an end –a light creeps ever nearerover the horizondisturbing reveries –a pair of tired eyesobserve with resignation –an aching headnot ready forthe voices of […]

If you’ve been here before, you can plainly see there’s been some changes. Let me explain. I have started writing again. After scrambling to put together the last collection, which I never felt satisfied with, I took a much-needed break. […]

A seagull does a balance act out on a pole, and see; a cloud that passes further out drops waste upon the sea – A wave comes lapping at the sand, the sand and sky both grey; the gull takes […]

I’ve swum upstream my entire lifenow I wake at 30 from the dream –with lots of loss and little wonand time no longer on my side – The battle lost perhaps it’s timeto slip downstream at last –join the mindless […]

leaves fell unapologeticallyand withered into winter – my breath stiffens as my mindunwind – i see my flaws reflectedin your icy face – my knowledge lostto time and age – words fall unheeded into pilesof fallen leaves, and die – and i alone, a withered […]

i would dance if i could and the earth never shook and the future never failed and became the past – i would dance, but i can’t since tomorrow’s unsure, and today won’t really begin – i would dance if […]

fatigue hums through empty air – empty head aches – voices hum behind, around – mere distant sound – clacking keyboard keys ennumbing fingers – feelings – friday ticks towards a weekend come too late – head, heart, feelings, thoughts […]

i know that i know nothing – that is the curse of intelligence – i think i should right people’s wrongs but how when no word comes out of my mouth without being followed by its opposition woven together by […]

Illusion of security surrounding everywhere –I’m tired of it –tired of never getting anywhere –tired of people complainingabout complaintsother people madeabout complaintsthey found on the internet –I don’t care if my neighbour smokesor listens to music late at night –it’s […]

i won’t ever know which was the proper way to go –the choices are made here and now. no matter the waysof passing our dayswe all find means to cope – somehow.

crystal curtain dropletsfrozen onto branches –world stiffened overnight. brittle, breaking changes – and all has becometoo tender to touch –sight must suffice – distance wise – white clouds wisp awaycontours of trees –exploring stillness. peace.

  Morning breathes down my neck again. Unbidden as always. Closed blinds shut out the sight of nothing. Concrete. Tarmac. Bricks.   Humans suck the soul out of their surroundings – leaving nothing even for themselves in their wake. And then complain […]

dagens mørke drypperned over mine øjne –lukker dem blidt og stillemed andre menneskers løgne – men nattens blide hændertørrer mit ansigt stille –og lader mig ligge tilbagealene, forladt og lille – — the day’s darkness dripsdown onto my eyes –closes […]

jeg har ord jeg vil sige, der ikke findes.hvis jeg opfandt dem, ville ingen forstå. ord er en mening i koncentratmen livet er meningsløst. hvert ord falder fladt ned i tomhedstillet over for livets dyb –og overfor det kan min […]

an opinion is a fragment of a whole that says nothing in itselfand yet you present it with such firm beliefthat it makes my mouth dry just thinking of an answer –because you said so little that it leaves all […]

Autumn. Alternating drizzle and biting cold sun. Empty page waiting to be filled. Loose words skip-jump in my head, refusing to band together and create the dreaded sentences. There’s so much responsibility in a sentence. So many consequences to be […]

we weave a thread in space that tears its way through the fabric of reality – its colour sticking out in the dark – its brightness obscuring its frailty – it sways as it molds itself into the sturdier background […]