Fjordscene Poetry

The velvety ripple of barley and ryeas far as my eye can seeand a blueing haze of horizon bythe end of the stalky sea

I feel you still.Your silent voice remainsringing in my ears.My hands reachfor nothing.My eyes searchfor nothing.My heartless heartrefuses to forget.26 years of you.26 years of memories,thoughts and dreams.Gone.Yet I’m still here.Feeling all the love.The aimless love.The homeless love.It haunts me,like […]

It is her day todaybut then againit always is –mine never. It is her dayher night,her memoryalive. Some 30 yearshas passedher overnow. And once againI celebratequietlyin vain. Does shefeel old enoughto hideher age? Will I everget old enoughto nothide all? […]

So far away from me I feel you stillas dawn’s soft approach behind the trees –a changed direction in the gentle breezethat brings your breath to me on restless winds –the night dies slowly, leaves me in the light,my shadow […]

Yes, there are dayswhen my thoughts are a burdenand my words monotone. Yes, there are dayswhen I want to flee the known. But also dayswhen moored in another countryI only long for home.

I never know what date it isunless it is today.This date – this very date –that changed the world. Though nobody seemsto know that is the case. Today she opened her eyessaw all and changed everything. She spread her light […]

I’ve traced your featureswith my fingertipsa thousand timesunfelt –I know each line and fold,each angle, curveas were they partof myself – And yet you stand thereuntouchable and freenot knowing a thingabout me – My fingers feeling things they never felt […]

The sticky sweetness of Danishmuffles my English attemptsat feebly thinking aloud –Danish softness coats my tongueand turns all speechinto the pleasant hum of home –and the sticky, heavy dropscondensed on paperin a foreign tonguetoo serve little purposebut to remind me […]

I danced a dance as daylight dawned –I saw a well-known face – But I awoke as always on my own –you gone without a trace –

4 in the morningand my quiet nightexplodes in birdsong –the restful hoursout of people’s eyescome to an end –a light creeps ever nearerover the horizondisturbing reveries –a pair of tired eyesobserve with resignation –an aching headnot ready forthe voices of […]

If you’ve been here before, you can plainly see there’s been some changes. Let me explain. I have started writing again. After scrambling to put together the last collection, which I never felt satisfied with, I took a much-needed break. […]

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 […]

I’ve swum upstream my entire lifenow I wake at 30 from the dream –with lots of loss and little wonand time no longer on my side – The battle lost perhaps it’s timeto slip downstream at last –join the mindless […]

leaves fell unapologeticallyand withered into winter – my breath stiffens as my mindunwind – i see my flaws reflectedin your icy face – my knowledge lostto time and age – words fall unheeded into pilesof fallen leaves, and die – and i alone, a withered […]

i would dance if i could and the earth never shook and the future never failed and became the past – i would dance, but i can’t since tomorrow’s unsure, and today won’t really begin – i would dance if […]

fatigue hums through empty air – empty head aches – voices hum behind, around – mere distant sound – clacking keyboard keys ennumbing fingers – feelings – friday ticks towards a weekend come too late – head, heart, feelings, thoughts […]

i know that i know nothing – that is the curse of intelligence – i think i should right people’s wrongs but how when no word comes out of my mouth without being followed by its opposition woven together by […]

Illusion of security surrounding everywhere –I’m tired of it –tired of never getting anywhere –tired of people complainingabout complaintsother people madeabout complaintsthey found on the internet –I don’t care if my neighbour smokesor listens to music late at night –it’s […]

i won’t ever know which was the proper way to go –the choices are made here and now. no matter the waysof passing our dayswe all find means to cope – somehow.

crystal curtain dropletsfrozen onto branches –world stiffened overnight. brittle, breaking changes – and all has becometoo tender to touch –sight must suffice – distance wise – white clouds wisp awaycontours of trees –exploring stillness. peace.