Give me just a taste of life –something to make it worth my while –these empty days stretch behind and aheadand i can’t find the means to erase them – Give me something to hold onto –anything will do –just […]
New Poem: “the sun found me”
the sun found meas i lay in hidingbeneath mounds of sleep –it gently shookremains of dreams off me –this way awakei stumble through the lightto what awaits me – the day: embodied crueltykilling dreams daily –
New Poem: scrap of my mind –
congratulations! you’ve scavenged outthis piece of poem from the dustbinthat is the words i left behind – somuch garbage of other kinds gone towaste, but this – the words – can bepreserved at least –a strange thing to ponder in […]
Re-reading My Earliest Poetry
I try to put a positive spin on things by telling myself that at least it is obvious that I have improved with time. That my writing has improved. And while that is an encouraging thought, I still cringe a […]
New Poetry Collection in Progress!
I have some exciting news today! After a long dry spell while I was pursuing a dead-end career in IT, I have finally been able to start writing again. So for the moment, I am scrapping the old attempt at […]
Plans for This Blog
Hello, everybody. Long time, no see. I have not had the time to keep this blog properly updated for a while, and the lack of feedback from you readers has sadly made it all too easy to forget. But that […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: March
The snow liesfirm and white –The sea glowssummer-blue –Flaming sunand ice-clear airburns in tired eyes –Seabirds breed,hoarse starlings cry –The night comesblack and deep –Boats followteeming herring –Over the land in the westa star flickers green –
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Brothers
Brothers in the fogs of life,Brothers in the deprivation on Earth,the terrible exists,shame lives in pomp,death wanders by our sidessowing darkness and stench –,Brothers, created as humans,everything has a truthshining sharp and clear,everything has its lawunbreakable from the depths to […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Winter
The storms roar –The winter wages its war –The sea wandersalong the coasts –The sky follows ithigh above the land –Small houses press themselvesanxiously to the Earth –The moon’s eye of icestares through the wall of nighton men, fetching coal […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Song
Dark faces around –The clear glasses on the table –The white surfthe white snowand eternal storm,our weak couragein the noise of the world –Down in front of the glass’ edgesinks the Almighty’s beardhis giant calmness, his commanding gaze,his tearful smile […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Prayer
Powers, controlling Heaven and Earththe sun and the storm and the sea,powers, who control, invisible to the eyes,the life and doings of humans,powers, who control, invisible to the soul,slavery and deprivation, trembling happiness,wars and horrors, shame and sin,powers, I beg […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Morning
In the black darkness of the winter morningsounds from houses the choir of roosters –Shadows of menstomp towards the lamp of the port –The pounding of the engine pulls invisible boatstowards the whistling sea –Ice-heavy downpours brush from low roofsthe […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: See!
See the sun, the sun,feel the air in the living breast,the grass under the foot in joy, joy –,for still you live –!O, see, the sun rises,see, your child sleeps,– see –!Still you live,your woman is joyful in your house […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: The Cape
Even when it is still,when only a single grey cloudhangs heavy at sunset,the wave rises high in the airat the reef by the cape –Against the black stone-knoll of the capethe wave falls down againwith snow-white foam –Under the heavy […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Night
Silent rain fallsthrough the night –Over the other coastthe storm shrieks –Here the rain falls silently –From a grey skyinvisible in the nightthe raindrops fallon houses and fields and boats,and on the rocks by the sea –And make everything wetin […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Contourless
October rainstorm whips from the land,the sea cowers,the downpour streaks shrieking,low and black, pressing down the sea –The water sinksthe reefs lie bare,an anchored shipstands towering high, engulfed in mist,a woman on deckwith binoculars sees nothing –Over the land an […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Red and Black
The green leaves turn yellow –The storms ravagemonth after month –Yellow-red leaves cling to black branches –Slowly the rain writhes loose the stalks –The juice is trapped in the root – Under the shifting skythe soil sleeps its rest –Green […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Low Horizon
Rain-grey storm-windpresses winter-harvest’s blue-green sproutstowards black knolls –The fields wave heavily,gloomy-green hairs followin nodding dances the icy strokesof the storm over cowering soil –The sky throws itself black, outwardstowards the sea –Green sprouts nod to the beatflickering under the veil […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: The Weather
– The eastern storm squeezesthe sea towards the teeth of cliffscloses the portschases the fishout at sea – – The clouds become small and the stars comeafter three days –The western breeze push the waves away,old surf fallsheavily on the […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: The Reef
Black-white gullswith yellow beaks against the summer breezeupon the back of the reef –A seal turns a black headback and forth glancingalong the waterline –The only aster of the reef burns violetin the sun –The flies dance abovethe dunghill of […]