Fjordscene Poetry

She sits alone in darkness around her there is light and she hears happy voices but they are out of sight – There’s many degrees of darkness, there’s many shades of shade, there’s much to be absorbed by in the […]

I heard your question. I strove to answer. The words swelled in my throat, they got stuck, wiggling their way out, writhing, tearing at my windpipe – You just stood there. You just stared at me. But the words were […]

Standing there alone wondering who those people are and what they think. Milling around me, talking, but the words do not make sense. It’s endless humming without meaning, and it tires me out. From a distance every word sounds like […]

It’s not that I don’t care it’s that I do not have the energy to respond that which you want to hear. It’s not that I don’t see it’s that I see too much of then and now and what […]

Words are empty shells – worthless to describe a world that falls through our hands like grains of sand. If you try to define your stars and how you see them shine your words will kill the wonder and leave […]

I am a 7-year-old poet, and a 26-year-old human but often it feels as if the poet has the more experience, the more to say and the better ways to say it whereas the human lags so far behind she […]

I trust in the poet to be able to phrase all that I wish to say and I trust her to do it – I trust her to scatter the fog with her words, to comfort and heal all the […]

There… there… no, I failed to grasp it again but I was close this time… That word just keeps eluding me… I have it… I have had it… I had it… It’s gone… I speak the things out loud inside […]

The centrifugal force of words washed over her, swirled around her, made her dizzy. ‘But that’s what shrinks do’, she figured, watching with increasing numbness as the man’s lips kept moving, making words that increasingly seemed to dissipate and dissolve […]

Ordene vokser i munden på mig – store, klæbrige dråber parat til at briste og stænke deres indhold ud over andre – Hvis jeg ikke passer på bliver de større end jeg så jeg skjules i deres skygge – synk! […]

I ordet bliver du til – jeg ser dig så tydeligt som om du ikke kun var skrift på ellers blankt papir – Du bliver til – hvert ord instantierer dig – ved du det? Kan du mærke at noget […]

Det var ikke regn der ramte – det var en dråbe sandhed. Skynd dig at forstå den før den fordamper! Du tørrer den væk? Nu er den er væk.

Jeg vil sige så meget at jeg intet får sagt. Jeg prøver at sige så meget at jeg kun får sagt det halve. Jeg siger intet og siger alt.

You gifted me a beautiful word but as I touched it fell apart Bits of dream now litter the floor of chattering people’s wills where left to wither they bury all ideals