Fjordscene Poetry

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 – […]

congratulations! you’ve scavenged outthis piece of poem from the dustbinthat is the words i left behind – somuch garbage of other kinds gone towaste, but this – the words – can bepreserved at least –a strange thing to ponder in […]

under radar words die – words live on paper if thoughts linger long enough – they rarely ever do –

silence now will cause silence to reign soon when our course ends with it – ends in it – results in it – end it –

not even looking since looks could deceive the fact that she used to know someone like me – not fashionably dressed, clearly not from the city – any traces of roots relating her to me were to be cut if […]

digging through the dirt of time – what was yours? what was mine? messed up, mixed up memories dilute in wine – feelings gone, remembrance sink into the liquid, tinted pink – think – why think? it’s in the past […]

i understand an outburst from me must seem unfair to you – it’s like training a cat not to pee on the floor, if it happens long after it happened the cat gets mad at you and learns nothing at […]

future looming large – i do not doubt it comes – but humans in the ashes are not a certainty – the planet will survive be sure of that – it is a consolation of a kind – future looking […]

I write you to life again – I would that you were my friend though you weren’t so when alive and I didn’t realize that we even could have been until I heard you had died. — to “Gustav” for […]

What is the greatest source of inspiration? What can really make you contemplate and urge you forward to complete something? Well, if you’re happy and content you might never see the point of changing anything, right? You cannot know the […]

The more I know, the less you seem to know. I used to think you knew everything. Now I know that you know a few things. And fake a good many. Now I know that I could teach you. Yet […]

Time heals, time mends, time lets you comprehend… That grey hair wasn’t there yesterday! Don’t fight with nature, you are it; ever sure – Indestructible, unbreakable – intertwined with nature you will endure… But that wrinkle – too early… Isn’t […]

The Spring announced itself today – the 3rd of April – with a flash of light and an angry roar it washed the winter off the ground as it were – And underneath the winter suddenly the flowers, tough, exploded […]

Early. Spring. Fog. Walking. Sad. Tired. Drops. Dripping. Cold. Thinking. ’bout what? No knowing. Tired. Foggy. Silhouettes. Fading. Distant. Laughter. What for? No knowing. Isolation. Distant. Yearning. Mind. Working. Tired. Still. Thinking. Changing. Life. Weather. Season. Planning. What for? No […]

A knot was loosened, the threads all hang and dangled in the air – How long remain together with nothing to hold them in place? The wind will throw them here and there, then they will fray, disintegrate and disappear […]

I carry bricks and tile with me in my pockets whenever I go to the city. At least it seems so. Every time I return to my hometown I find an old house torn down – every time I go […]

Når jeg lukker øjnene ser jeg bølgerne rejse sig; sivende der sukkende bøjer sig; det flakkende lys fra mit hjemlands vægelsindede sol – nej, lyset fra fakler båret gennem byen – byen er skrumpet; en opløst sukkerknald – husene står […]

Jeg står i vand til over hovedet – men det er der ikke længere (vandet) – omkring mig breder sig en flade af grønt, bølgende græs – der er ingen kontrast til det bølgende vand – kun diget adskiller – […]

En magnetisk kraft skubber mig væk – jeg rækker frem men jeg kan aldrig nå – en vind blæser mig bagud; det er den som alle mennesker holdes nede ad – småting, jordting, tidsbegrænsning, med værdi de ikke har – […]

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. […]