Fjordscene Poetry

  Morning breathes down my neck again. Unbidden as always. Closed blinds shut out the sight of nothing. Concrete. Tarmac. Bricks.   Humans suck the soul out of their surroundings – leaving nothing even for themselves in their wake. And then complain […]

dagens mørke drypperned over mine øjne –lukker dem blidt og stillemed andre menneskers løgne – men nattens blide hændertørrer mit ansigt stille –og lader mig ligge tilbagealene, forladt og lille – — the day’s darkness dripsdown onto my eyes –closes […]

jeg har ord jeg vil sige, der ikke findes.hvis jeg opfandt dem, ville ingen forstå. ord er en mening i koncentratmen livet er meningsløst. hvert ord falder fladt ned i tomhedstillet over for livets dyb –og overfor det kan min […]

an opinion is a fragment of a whole that says nothing in itselfand yet you present it with such firm beliefthat it makes my mouth dry just thinking of an answer –because you said so little that it leaves all […]

Autumn. Alternating drizzle and biting cold sun. Empty page waiting to be filled. Loose words skip-jump in my head, refusing to band together and create the dreaded sentences. There’s so much responsibility in a sentence. So many consequences to be […]

we weave a thread in space that tears its way through the fabric of reality – its colour sticking out in the dark – its brightness obscuring its frailty – it sways as it molds itself into the sturdier background […]

my brain’s full of worms – thoughts strung together – they eat up anything left of worth and leave a trail of filth for me to delve in – nothing left to discover

Carefully drawn lines delineating the exact form I envisioned. It looks exactly like I wanted it to – from mind to paper.  However… What is missing? Everything is so perfectly detailed. Nothing is missing from the motive. But somehow it […]

My mom doesn’t understand Picasso.She cannot understandthe urge to try something newinstead of mimicking otherswhen one knowsthat one is talented enoughto perhaps be rememberedand ambitious enoughto want remembrance – My mom looked at an early paintingof a woman in a […]

sailing through the changing timeson waves of unrepentant eyes –whereto? a distant futureout of mind, yet always right at hand – twisting thoughts and features toointo dreams alive on screens –moving ever closer to the placethat marks humanity’s demise – […]

All those smart sentences that pop into one’s head every now and then. The ones that just explain things. Just so. If only it was possible to write a book consisting of nothing but those. But they don’t string together […]

landslide, mud that rush through mindand falls out of mouth –breathless rumbling noisewallows in itself,aroused by thought –sticky mud that drips,a putrid smell that lingers in the airwhen silence regains holdand everythingis said – it can’t be washed away,the fetid […]

a night sticks to my faceand breathes my eyes shut –ears open, quiet un-calm carefully listening brain –who, where, what, when – why? –eyelid slithers back a bit in question,darkness firmly presses it back down,chides me “sleep” –but how, when, […]

People don’t want tortured attempts at answering existential questions. So I really don’t have much to offer the rest of humanity. But to be fair, the rest of humanity doesn’t have much to offer me either. Expect the study of […]

seasons change and I feel it in my bones –older than I and ever changing –this morning my house was drainingthe deluge of the nightthat stained my few hours of sleep –spring is finally herebut where am I? –today i […]

A circle drawn around you all,you lean in near to hear –you bask in warmth and wordsand everything outside the invisible wallyour circle creates hereis empty space to you all – A droplet drawn from the river,left in a bucket on […]

My mom doesn’t understand poetry –she cannot feel how rhythmlinked with wordscreates new meaningand allows things to be heardand remembered through requiringthe usage of the mind – you don’t feed people poetry –they have to chewand you can’t help them […]

Spindly strings of light emittedfrom a lit computer screen –nimble fingers hover overkeys that seem to twist and turn – How put into words a worldso twisted and original –how express with merely wordsthe strangeness of it all – Dust […]

thoughts grow slowly in my mindthen suddenly spring forthas fully formed decisionsaltering my course –

I was told that with ageI’d find answers – find faith –but all I found was questions I was told I’d wisen up and learnand I did learn some from each mistake –but I also lost all faith I was […]