Fjordscene Poetry

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 […]

I carry the poems inside me no matter what else I do they hum in the back of my head and will me to see them through

Grasping at the strings attached to everything in life – seeking out the meaning wishing that it wouldn’t hide (or that at least I knew that it existed) writing down my findings – although I first resisted The good, the […]

The words don’t come when I want them to – they drift through my mind there, then gone. I can’t remember them as soon as they’ve moved on – a spark of inspiration there, then gone. Then one drifts slowly […]

The silence that chokes me is the stranglehold my soul has on my body – kept captive and fettered it smolders inside it longs to burn through its containing hide – It answers my call that it alone hears since […]

The desire to MAKE – that is the human curse I carry – the MAKING of art in a futile attempt to carry myself into a future without me – My hands want creation – if my mind wants peace […]

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 […]

Childhood vs. Adult Imagination I remember, once upon a time, an ocean stretching far and wide – an open, endless, wide expanse whose boundaries were out of sight Yet now, when in that kind of mood I take the path […]