Fjordscene Poetry

The darkness approaches, I struggle to fight it – it prods and it pushes – deny it; deny it! – there’s part of my soul that it clings onto tightly – I cannot escape it – release me; release me! […]

Time heals, time mends, time lets you comprehend… That grey hair wasn’t there yesterday! Don’t fight with nature, you are it; ever sure – Indestructible, unbreakable – intertwined with nature you will endure… But that wrinkle – too early… Isn’t […]

Those days – and all that we still thought might be! Those days of awkward memory! Those days have proved themselves – in hindsight – best, and yet we didn’t know, and let them go to waste.

The restless wind rustles the wheat today; sunshine – yesterday; sleet, a sun that dares to show its face for once and deigns to filter through the branches’ lace – A lazy tune that’s being hummed in vain with nobody […]

I know you’re gone and I am left alone to carry on. But how can you be gone when you take shape time and again within my head? Do you live on within the neurons of my brain? Do you […]

Grasping at the strings attached to everything in life – seeking out the meaning wishing that it wouldn’t hide (or that at least I knew that it existed) writing down my findings – although I first resisted The good, the […]

The words don’t come when I want them to – they drift through my mind there, then gone. I can’t remember them as soon as they’ve moved on – a spark of inspiration there, then gone. Then one drifts slowly […]

The silence that chokes me is the stranglehold my soul has on my body – kept captive and fettered it smolders inside it longs to burn through its containing hide – It answers my call that it alone hears since […]

She sits alone in darkness around her there is light and she hears happy voices but they are out of sight – There’s many degrees of darkness, there’s many shades of shade, there’s much to be absorbed by in the […]

I am not depressed. I am realistic. Your idea of curing me is to make me sick. I would rather see the truth than soak in fake happiness. I would rather feel pain than imagine fake joy. I would rather […]

I am nothing unique, really – I am a drop of water in the river of society, unsatisfied, unfulfilled, like any other. We’re headed somewhere collectively but that is not a place I wish to see – the fear is […]

There’s a creaking bed next door – a solitary sound – a person quietly turning at eleven o’clock in the morning – sick, perhaps, or tired? Or just unable to see the purpose of facing the world alone? I know […]

Another sleepless night – tired eyes watch the morning creeping into sight – Tearless eyes – the numbing whiteness of the morning mist obscures the light – Would that the morning crept away again to let the day unfold or […]

I am what I am and nothing more (yet nothing less) – a faceless voice praising a world made out of faces – always scorned for things I can’t control, alter or make undone but never praised for those things […]

I search for the feeling but nothing remains – except recollections of losses and gains – I faintly remember the last time we met and what we did then – through pain and regret I know that I loved you, […]

Could I earn a place in Heaven – by what means and what might it do to me? What if I found that once there, then not only had I ceased to be but too that Heaven isn’t as it […]

I invest in my soul since evidence suggests it’s all the future holds that may be worth investing in. The only problem then is that I am not convinced I even have a soul to invest in.

Once upon a time my ancestors walked this Earth, procreated and died. Now I am here – a relic of their foibles; left behind. And when I’m gone – if things were right – I’d too be passing something on. […]

I am no woman – I am a spark of life that lies dormant in somebody’s mind. I am a mote of galactic dust stuck on a tiny sphere with no means to escape from here – I am no […]

Light creeps in everywhere to burn away its detractors – the shade runs for cover and I with it – the day struggles with the night and only reluctantly allows it life – the day recuperates to resume the fight […]