Fjordscene Poetry

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 […]

On the side it lies as if at rest after the voyage and it seems so calm and peaceful – were it not that I have learnt in quite as hard a way as this ship that the sea is […]

Goodbye dear mountains, valleys; you landscapes I have known. I’ll leave you since I must and attend now to my own. Beauty clad in all those hues of brown – from dark to pale – I trust you’ll wait for […]