Fjordscene Poetry

dealt blow in a way somehow each day – each new stick, stay bleed through in a way some time all the time – right now every other day –

unheard un-word for things indescribable yet undeniable – dripping down on you through holes in your understanding, demanding attention – attention granted, understanding wanted still – words want creation to describe that which we cannot understand which is at hand […]

sought out solace found – — sketch thoughts in words then plan their meaning deceiving their seeming ease

I am a stray cat nobody wants to feed – I am an echo in the silence you create with all the noise you make – I am a shadow in the darkness of the night – I am a […]

Spring arrived or so I decided today. The dark fog hovering in my head I willed away. At least for now the sun shines and the air is clear – the cold awakens thoughts and silences the nightmares – The […]

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 […]

I am a shadow standing in the all-consuming Light – the darkness making possible the day, since the day could not exist without the night. Without my darkness you would never see the light since what is everywhere is never […]

I’m so glad that I can’t see the future. Why? Because it would only cause me to second-guess myself and the decisions I am struggling to make right now. Besides, I probably wouldn’t even believe what I were to see […]

I wonder if I am the only thinking person in the world – or if perhaps the world itself consists of nothing but a thought – I wonder if these people passing me with endless words are capable of thoughts […]

It gathers on my drying lips – the dust of our lives. The dust of repetition, lives of dust that we must live, and dust-related lies as well that turn to stories which we tell and name as “memories” Lives […]

If I were a river flowing through the land my thoughts would be the delta for they get out of hand in their pursuit of oneness with oceans of wisdom which isn’t mine but others’ – most of whom long […]

The happiness we find along the way we’ll lose someday but the happiness we find within ourselves will never stray; it stays to warm our hearts and guide us right on till the end – do not believe in buying […]

To believe in something is to reach out for something beyond our understanding, and try to trust without our human doubt that what takes place, does have a meaning Some find this meaning in an ancient book, some find it […]

What do you know about the road into the wilderness – framed by the pines in silent lines of endless loneliness The road, the road which trails its track through miles of forest-land, without a destination, void of end, beginning […]

On a riverbank I sat resting my feet, my back against a steadfast reliable oak tree; if I could be as patient what might I not achieve? I’d grow into the heavens if I dared to believe. But those qualities […]

When a human dies, what happens to its share of knowledge and experience? Does it disappear or drip into the ocean of humanity’s shared store? Will it merely be lost, or will it live forever-more? If someone for my humble […]

I may, may not have given time away to futile pursuits, but I have no regrets for sometimes the fruits of our days will not appear to us till old age – so I have no regrets for the time […]

Our lives are an unending movement – sometimes rhythmic, sometimes not – a stirring springing up to fade away, a ripple in the fabric of the world; just one continuous movement carrying us underway, complete with a beginning and an […]

The brightest colours of the setting sun come just before it disappears – do not expect to excel while you’re young; your lustre’s dimmed by vanity and fears.

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 […]