Fjordscene Poetry

There is a grim foreboding of which I cannot speak although I should – there are no words awarded me for knowledge I have gained although I would – I’d speak if words would come and tell the truth; the […]

Majestic rising in the distance, clouds and tower competition won by birds above however, flying through the golden skies with a cry for day’s completion – tired wandering now home, through approaching dark that broods high above and down below […]

Some fading stripes of sunset stays as sun has left and moon arisen – behind the gate of memory waits your face till life’s completion.

A reverential gesture to the light that warms the heart and keeps it warm through day and night alike and light it up with more than sunbeams’ might –

A flock of ravens settled all around yet you, sole figure, rooted in the ground remain a solitary sight as all around descends the night.

We‘ve watched as earth and sky, the sun and air would blend and yet the unity of things is something that we fail to comprehend.

What matters it that you could climb a mountaintop to see the view if what is in your mind remains a mystery to you? True wisdom is to understand that mind and matter are the same; that you’re the same […]

Silence at dusk, reverential stillness as night descends with the sun’s last kiss – darkness will soon overcome the moment; how could you capture this moment’s bliss?

Pine trees sticking out of mist as floating in the air – silence only met by birdsong hovers everywhere – sunrise on the water, burning banks and sky – a breeze will soon disturb it all, the morning die – […]

Through the gorge and into the hills, the steep cliffs rise with occasional trees as silent witnesses to the scene. A fellow of theirs lies dead in the gorge, they pay homage with their silence.

To such a sight I’d gladly wake yet I fear that if I were to do my mind would be dulled by the dreamlike view and my senses disappear and fade with the distant mountains and the morning dew…

A master-sky of brushstrokes and a lonely, thoughtful tree – what an expressive demonstration; I see you and I see me, I see an artist’s soul in nature’s imagery.

Wall of clouds – I see you though arise behind it – torn by horizons seem the world, yet ships transcend them; I see them come towards you as you rise to be adored, above the cloud-wall and beyond the […]

Temporal things destroy temporal things and what remains? The ice that sank the boat will melt and both remain as nothing but their names.

Glitter, ocean, through the dark and lighten up the sky like you were lit by moonlight caused by sunlight out of sight – can’t you two, sky and ocean, spare some light for me as well through this dark night?

I see it not yet see it – see the effects it makes on sky and waves; expect it though I only really see a faint pale light as out of nowhere (like the fire of pale foam-bursts telling me […]

Decay and transformation; the world is based on these as much as on creation and therefore life must cease and be restored in cycles that we cannot explain wherefore we make these stones; so something does remain. The gate is […]

The ground that greets you welcomes you and why shrink back? You have lived off of it throughout your life; you’ll have to pay it back. Why waste your life in fear of something ever near?

I only ever once saw one other painting which by sheer technique would move me as much as this; I didn’t come to see it but there it was; and admiration caught me while off guard; These fluent handled brushstrokes, […]

Evening falls upon the marsh and sun sinks down behind the clouds; a bluish belt on the horizon over which the light still shows Through reflections of the sunset sails a boat that’s bound for home while the trees’ dark […]