Fjordscene Poetry

What if the Universe created us in an efforts to understand itself? And what if we in turn produce art and literature in order to understand ourselves? It would not be surprising then if art and literature – in a […]

Wave after wave, come carry me away from home on shore before the break of day my nets to set, my duties to attend, (revisiting the ones who earlier went whose ghosts now hover in the mist at dawn above […]

Fragile Dawn – I barely see you as you shimmer through an eyelid halfway gone before you’re here, halfway gone while you are here – You bring promises with you that, forgotten, fade with you in the bittersweet gradient of […]

When sunshine strikes my wearied eyes when I awake from sleep – when sloping dikes groan with the weight of tides arisen from the deep – when waking lights rise in the skies and ply my eyes wide open – […]

to the girl YOU are streams of music, tones of rain and moisturizing breaths you share, YOU are a song that comes and goes – unnoticed though by most – that follows me asleep, awake, and lives inside my palms […]

Just like the seashore in a shell which sounds as if the sea itself therein should dwell, but only is an echo of your own pulse that through its windings go; how to be sure that deep within yourself does […]

Gently tuned clangs from the ivory of the piano keys – a breath disturbs the dusty air, the dust grains now break free – amidst the tunes they dance as if by music struck, awoken into life where now they […]

Don’t play it – no more melody reminding me of you – don’t play the song we used to sing, don’t sing it like you do – no sound to ruin what my heart is hoarding, true and pure; there […]

a rhythm, no, a beat – unheard but in-between the sounds it rests, a string unstrung makes music without sound – a pulse, again, a beat – an un-tuned, fine-tuned air, a seed of music in its latency, bearing each […]

When it was, it all was real, today it is a shadow – the lush green grass, a lonely cloud, the daisies on the meadow – When it was, it all was real, but felt unreal to me – then […]

I listen and I read – yes, I gather each drop spilled from the minds of sages past, hoping that my mind shall someday too be filled with the drops of truth collected, that I’ll find myself subjected to my […]

liquify my eyes and melt me till I fuse into the vapour on the grass the dew is due sweet droplets as I sink into nature’s warming breast liquify my heart turn blood to water set me free and re-unite […]

I smell wet grass and mosses from your hair as you pass by my door, soft breeze who plays with the sun’s rays and dances on forevermore Restless, joyous in your movements, not constrained by worries like my world. On […]

A ray of sunlight escapes the clouds illuminating everything in its path; the red, yellow, brown autumn foliage is set ablaze as the withering leaves sponge up, consume the heat – the foliage turns luminous, sending incendiary sparks with miraculous […]

The grass alights with stripes of green and gold as sunlight filters through the trees, and light and shadow divides the ground beneath in asymmetric patterns – green, gold, green, gold – of stripes, triangles and an occasional circle, disappearing […]

Running from your hair, emitting from your eyes; clear streams of water does appear – spouting from your curls, and lighting up your eyes with their translucent light gives you a share of beauty unknown previously to me – engulfing […]

The air is full of solemn song though no human voice uplifts itself, much more than hearing it you sense the wind through leaves and grasses dense, probing tentatively, playing along your face and dancing with your hair as you […]

Horizon gone – the world is one – grey sea, grey fog, grey sky above Pale waves, pale world – around us whirl a souplike mist in thick, grey curls A second broken – on the sea a seagull strikes […]

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 […]

Old ship, come to rest, torn yet stately, here at bay. Pulsing with the lapping waves pensively at anchor in the harbor, nested in the middle of the city. Red and latticed resting in its decorative decay. Like a withered […]