Fjordscene Poetry

Alkohol vugger mig som bølger Bølger på min barndoms sandstrand Hold kæft; jeg er hjemme

I drifted aimlessly from city onto city so light I thought the wind was strong enough to carry me. I felt so light and frail – transparent – that I thought it wouldn’t matter much if I was there or […]

My language is soft like the topsoil, soft like a feather, so soft it makes silk jealous – it slides comfortably off my tongue – it beckons to me – a soothing balm to wash off the burn of English […]

* “Polar bear” is the name of a drink Alcohol rocks me like waves Waves on the sandy beach back home Shut up, I am home

A seagull does a balance act out on a pole, and see; a cloud that passes further out drops waste upon the sea – A wave comes lapping at the sand, the sand and sky both grey; the gull takes […]

Breakfast porridge, coffee, steam in gentle curls, a yawn from time to time, flannel pajamas, morning breath, a memory of thoughts that come and go – a sip of coffee more, dish-washing spoon and plate, a minute lost in thought […]

I – ephemeral – wander about. The sadness of a place whose ruins give the only semblance of permanence. The waves rinse the shore awaiting the day they can clean away our presence for good. I feel their hunger – […]

A pile of rubble, bricks and timber scattered on a plain. Some cluttered lines of trees alone is what remain. And weeds are sprouting through the waste uncaring and unkind. But then again – how could they care – does […]

The cold light of dawn that highlights all flaws – I stand firm in the face of danger, humiliation, misunderstanding – for lack of alternative. What does the world have to offer me but a prison made of human hearts […]

I used to dream of wisdom, I used to dream of strength. I used to dream of good things – those dreams were all to end. I used to dream up people, I used to dream up jobs. I dreamt […]

Childhood vs. Adult Imagination I remember, once upon a time, an ocean stretching far and wide – an open, endless, wide expanse whose boundaries were out of sight Yet now, when in that kind of mood I take the path […]

Old, torn lace hanging draped over a sunkissed face. We’re old as a species though the planet thinks us young. … Paint that scales off house facades – crackled pavements worn by decades. Weathered, wooden fences – weathered, broken tiles. […]

SPRING: The buds that unfold and grow, the dew that resumes at night, droplets in beams of light, dispersing remnants of snow. SUMMER: The skin on the back of your hand, the sunshine through the trees, the veins that pattern […]

The things I valued not so long ago – the things for which I lived and the ones I left untold are all now piled together into one close-packed rhyme for all now share in fate: They’ve fallen out of […]

Confusion is a fact of life, and when my mind forgets, my dreams continue to remind me of the life I had; I see you, see your smile again, and hear your voice again, I feel you touch me, feel […]

I have so many questions; at least one for every person I have met, both the ones alive and the ones who are dead. I have so much to ask everyone because I want to understand my life and its […]

A pile of rubble, bricks and timber scattered on a plain. Some cluttered lines of trees alone is what remain. And weeds are sprouting through the waste uncaring and unkind. But then again – how could they care – does […]

An open, empty field covered only by the grass where something used to be – well, something had to pass I stare at the empty space and cannot fathom this – all that is left is emptiness Passing shooting stars […]

A lonely being, standing at the crossroad, abandoned by your family and friends – the healthy, youthful lot who once stood by you, now long gone – used as firewood by humans, made into planks, tools, ornaments of unknown use […]

I’ve wished that I was beautiful, spent years pining therefore – and wasted years on dreaming me into something I couldn’t be – just this I am; a crooked tree; the only beauty found in me sounds through my crooked […]