Fjordscene Poetry

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 […]

There’s a glow of orange on the horizon – a hidden city out of sight housing countless nameless people unlike me who don’t seek loneliness with every breath – it’s right over there behind the trees; right over there behind […]

It gathers on my drying lips – the dust of our lives. The dust of repetition, lives of dust that we must live, and dust-related lies as well that turn to stories which we tell and name as “memories” Lives […]

If I were a river flowing through the land my thoughts would be the delta for they get out of hand in their pursuit of oneness with oceans of wisdom which isn’t mine but others’ – most of whom long […]

We’re candleflames flickering in the wind – the smallest change of weather and we all blow out again.

How ironic; a symbol of youth is the sun – an ancient-old guardian whose youth is long gone.

The softness of the quiet nights is gone. The roar of emptiness now shears its way through every place where lights were shortly on. The smoothness of a quiet day is gone. The drizzle of the sadness dims all colours […]

Your parents are a fortress that serves a dual purpose: to protect or to incarcerate – Your family’s your country for better or for worse, whether you would like to stay or wish to escape – You’ll carry these with […]

Life is like a drop of rain. First a fall then a splash and it leaves a stain. Then it’s drawn to the clouds to return again.

Achievements – what are they? They’ll vanish when I’m gone, and though my heart is young my soul is ancient-old. I’ve known sorrow, known pleasure, and love is all I have to show, a love impeding every chance to grow […]

An absurd, pulsing flower – a nerve-cell throbbing with life, pulses of light moving swiftly through the night in yellowish bursts as I observe here elevated in the skies – What could be beautiful is a parasite on the face […]

Where I am heading there’s no light – you brought that with you too; it rested in your golden hair and when you aren’t with me here I’m left in darkness and despair. Where I am heading there’s no sight […]

Memories I’d forgotten surge forward to beleaguer my brain when I see your face again Forever ago we lay in the grass in my parents yard after class looking up into the branches of the old beech tree, wondering how […]