Fjordscene Poetry

Liberated consciousness, self-realization – not really. Somehow realizing the “self” always has consequences for others – preventing others from realizing themselves. Escape your comfort zone (to boast about it) forgetting in your haste that your comfort zone does not exist […]

No movement – no life – but I am too tired to move out of the spot so I might as well have died – My head insists on life, my heart claims to have died and my body struggles […]

I see you not, reader, but I speak to you, believe in your existence through and through – I entrust my child to you, the offspring of my mind and countless idle thoughts of any, every kind – I hope […]

Does chaos count as an emotion? Or is it just another lie we tell ourselves to hide the fact of holes in our understanding of the workings of the mind? I look at you and all I feel is chaos […]

I carry with me a darkness that prevents me from taking flight, a burden of thoughts that possess and bars me from the light. I thought that I should name it to understand and will it away but names tend […]

I heard your question. I strove to answer. The words swelled in my throat, they got stuck, wiggling their way out, writhing, tearing at my windpipe – You just stood there. You just stared at me. But the words were […]

Once I err, a day thrown into disarray A solitary thread has caused a world’s unspooling Once I err, that fragment of day becomes the day A solitary moment that absorbs all else there was A chasm wherein I only […]

Life taught me early on to fly under the radar and thereby live – Nobody taught me I’d need more fuel to fly so low in higher air density – I taught myself with great care to save energy in […]

I am waiting to disperse, I’m almost on the verge of dissipating – let my components find rest if that’s the only kind of rest to find… I’m ready to slip past the past, the present, and into the future, […]

The desire to MAKE – that is the human curse I carry – the MAKING of art in a futile attempt to carry myself into a future without me – My hands want creation – if my mind wants peace […]

I am the poet of transience. I am a voice that shouts unheard into a wall of noise. I am a light that flares up, indistinguishable in the face of the sun. I am a leaf that unfolds only to […]

How I long to believe in something – how the world lets me down each time I try – everything I believe in seems destined to wither and die – My heart remains full of visions as my mind stays […]

A flower kept out of the sun – expected withered and gone – but petals white turn green defiant, stubbon, unseen – and veins on leaves turn red – I WON’T ACCEPT MY DEATH – I may not blossom again […]

The Spring announced itself today – the 3rd of April – with a flash of light and an angry roar it washed the winter off the ground as it were – And underneath the winter suddenly the flowers, tough, exploded […]

Spring arrived or so I decided today. The dark fog hovering in my head I willed away. At least for now the sun shines and the air is clear – the cold awakens thoughts and silences the nightmares – The […]

The early days of Spring drowned in snow – here and there a flower far too hopeful for the future stirs beneath the icy blanket, head now hanging low –

I know how I am and care to confess; I could be more than you yet remain somehow less – Though I ride the cresting waves inside – outside of my control – I fail at harnessing their power. If […]

I have not the arrogance of humans – mine is not the voice of presumption – I walk among them in silence and they do not sense my presence – I have not the bearing of them – not their […]

Early. Spring. Fog. Walking. Sad. Tired. Drops. Dripping. Cold. Thinking. ’bout what? No knowing. Tired. Foggy. Silhouettes. Fading. Distant. Laughter. What for? No knowing. Isolation. Distant. Yearning. Mind. Working. Tired. Still. Thinking. Changing. Life. Weather. Season. Planning. What for? No […]

Heavy dampness in the air, whiteness everywhere – muffled sounds from far away as morning wakes to day – Tentative light that tries to poke its fingers through the fog of sleep – the war of Spring on Winter leaves […]