Tag: Contemplation

Poems about contemplation.

These moments when you ask the existential questions. The ones you normally avoid because you know you can’t find the answer. And yet they keep popping up – demanding to be asked.

These are the poems where the poet has taken a deep dive into uncharted waters. Why are we here, and is there even a purpose to it? What paths did our ancestors take to get us here today? Those questions are vital because their answers determine how we act today.

And what about today? How and where can we find peace and solace? And how can we turn development around so as to give future generations a fair chance?

Light Requires Darkness

What I Am

K-M SkalkenæsSeptember 9, 2018July 17, 2018Leave a comment

I am a stray cat nobody wants to feed – I am an echo in … Continue ReadingWhat I Am

Light Requires Darkness

The Arrival of Spring

K-M SkalkenæsJuly 30, 2018July 17, 2018Leave a comment

Spring arrived or so I decided today. The dark fog hovering in my head I … Continue ReadingThe Arrival of Spring

Light Requires Darkness

Thoughts. Slipping.

K-M SkalkenæsJuly 26, 2018July 17, 2018Leave a comment

Early. Spring. Fog. Walking. Sad. Tired. Drops. Dripping. Cold. Thinking. ’bout what? No knowing. Tired. … Continue ReadingThoughts. Slipping.

Light Requires Darkness

The Shadow in the Light

K-M SkalkenæsJuly 23, 2018July 12, 2018Leave a comment

I am a shadow standing in the all-consuming Light – the darkness making possible the … Continue ReadingThe Shadow in the Light

Poetry Uncategorized Poems

New Poem: “Present Past”

K-M SkalkenæsJuly 10, 2018July 11, 2018Leave a comment

This new poem is contemplating the history of humanity and how we came to be … Continue ReadingNew Poem: “Present Past”

Seen From a Distance People Lose Their Eyes

I Am So Glad That I Can’t See The Future

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 20, 2018Leave a comment

I’m so glad that I can’t see the future. Why? Because it would only cause … Continue ReadingI Am So Glad That I Can’t See The Future

Seen From a Distance People Lose Their Eyes

I Wonder

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 20, 2018Leave a comment

I wonder if I am the only thinking person in the world – or if … Continue ReadingI Wonder

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

Dust

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

It gathers on my drying lips – the dust of our lives. The dust of … Continue ReadingDust

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

Delta

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

If I were a river flowing through the land my thoughts would be the delta … Continue ReadingDelta

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

Happiness

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

The happiness we find along the way we’ll lose someday but the happiness we find … Continue ReadingHappiness

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

Reaching Out

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 23, 2018Leave a comment

To believe in something is to reach out for something beyond our understanding, and try … Continue ReadingReaching Out

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

The Road Into the Wilderness

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 23, 2018Leave a comment

What do you know about the road into the wilderness – framed by the pines … Continue ReadingThe Road Into the Wilderness

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

Oak

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

On a riverbank I sat resting my feet, my back against a steadfast reliable oak … Continue ReadingOak

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

Question

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

When a human dies, what happens to its share of knowledge and experience? Does it … Continue ReadingQuestion

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

Pondering

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

I may, may not have given time away to futile pursuits, but I have no … Continue ReadingPondering

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

The Movement

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

Our lives are an unending movement – sometimes rhythmic, sometimes not – a stirring springing … Continue ReadingThe Movement

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

Over and Beyond

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018Leave a comment

What lies behind that hill over there or deep beneath the steel of the lake … Continue ReadingOver and Beyond

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

The Brightest Colours of the Setting Sun

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 23, 2018Leave a comment

The brightest colours of the setting sun come just before it disappears – do not … Continue ReadingThe Brightest Colours of the Setting Sun

What Bits of Peace My Life's Ensured

Conch Shells

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018Leave a comment

Just like the seashore in a shell which sounds as if the sea itself therein … Continue ReadingConch Shells

What Bits of Peace My Life's Ensured

Only This Lives Forever

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018Leave a comment

a rhythm, no, a beat – unheard but in-between the sounds it rests, a string … Continue ReadingOnly This Lives Forever