Fjordscene Poetry

tiny green eyes see the sun for the first time – a cruel sun wanting to burn them back into the ground – wrestling with wispy clouds to get through and do its intended harm – while the tiny green […]

sofa: a place for a mother to lie and read, dead to the world and me – a place that speaks “pain” and “tired” in words and in shifty eyes you cannot catch – tested, tried – kitchen: a place […]

where is my father? hiding behind mother – never seen – never heard – what is a man? i don’t know if i ever saw one – i see ghosts in armour – an invisible screen separates genders no one […]

one: light spilling through the golden curtains into prison living room – of choice – the playing cards placed carefully, dirty, torn and used – clock ticking off a time unknown within – a person brooding over memories – not […]

designed specifically to look special – because what else could bring sense to her life? how could she function acknowledging any common ground with others? how allow herself identity under such circumstances? she needs be the artistic one, the snowflake […]

finely knitted toughness – expensive taste – she regards the rest of us from the pedestal of youth – sure we are fossils and she a teacher – carefully chosen clothes, makeup – carefully over-wrought opinions about insignificant details – […]

molded into shape – a shapeless mold – of raw emotions hot, then cold crystallized into this shape drizzling with fears agape – come out today? i can’t – i’m stuck – did you expect expectations to break? good luck […]

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 […]

Engang var fremtiden stor. Engang var fremtiden. Nu varer den højst en time og så får vi se… Jeg kan se frem til det næste tik fra urets visere – men ikke meget videre. Engang var fremtiden planer – store, […]

I used to dream of wisdom, I used to dream of strength. I used to dream of good things – those dreams were all to end. I used to dream up people, I used to dream up jobs. I dreamt […]

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 […]

A pile of rubble, bricks and timber scattered on a plain. Some cluttered lines of trees alone is what remain. And weeds are sprouting through the waste uncaring and unkind. But then again – how could they care – does […]

It’s spinning – the child, the world spins along, around and around to the sound of the song Fugitive of the world in spindrift at speed, dancing around till over it keels, weak But the world keeps spinning, spirals out […]

To a long lost friend My personal anachronism you – I’ll never understand. Your jumping, floating timeline seems completely out of hand Your looks tell me clearly That just like me you are a child of the Unraveling who bears […]

You’re present here beside me you speak within my dream, you stir around me in the air like vapour in the steam Your voice I’ve known forever as much as I recall, and though I do not want you you […]

In rainy weather I remember how she pulled over her head the wide hood of her black coat to protect her straightened hair so that she wouldn’t take the injury of curls undone by rain and falling to the wind […]

glacial spread-out ideas and thoughts novelty throughout about a world, non-existing, an unreal world of unreal beings, your mind unfurls a tale of creation – shining pearls but imperfection in every one, you try to see beyond the scope of […]

There was a girl with name unknown, her face was blank and blue her gown From where she came nobody knew and she disappeared like morning dew Vanished at the sight of sun its warmth could never reach her heart, […]