Fjordscene Poetry

it’s all in my head where a sign says “sorry, there’s nothing to regret” – but includes “sorry” – reporting on the futility of being

Tenuous grip on sanity – that scent of man – tendons on a turned neck – the gesture of a hand – Flex of muscles on a leg – – I can resist this! – To long – it’s been […]

There’s a nightmare afoot and I cannot tell if it is a dream or reality rearing its ugly head intent on breaking the spell – Something dropped and then picked up only to be dropped again – play that on […]

No movement – no life – but I am too tired to move out of the spot so I might as well have died – My head insists on life, my heart claims to have died and my body struggles […]

Life taught me early on to fly under the radar and thereby live – Nobody taught me I’d need more fuel to fly so low in higher air density – I taught myself with great care to save energy in […]

I know how I am and care to confess; I could be more than you yet remain somehow less – Though I ride the cresting waves inside – outside of my control – I fail at harnessing their power. If […]

You called me forth and I stumbled out into this light that blinds me. “Well, here I am – what is it that you wanted out of me? Not what you get? I see.” Well, here I stay mindful of […]

1. Does the cell think of the purpose of its existence as it wriggles its way around between its many brethren? Does it ever consider how small and fragile it is, or how and why it exists? No. It just […]

You know them, those pesky two-legged creatures who constantly bother you when you try to work and just won’t respect your privacy. When you plan a trip to finally be alone with yourself in nature, they might even suddenly decide […]

Livets træ stod smukt og grønt og gav liv til alle – indtil det blev fældet så alle kunne få deres eget stykke – så døde alle –

SPRING: The buds that unfold and grow, the dew that resumes at night, droplets in beams of light, dispersing remnants of snow. SUMMER: The skin on the back of your hand, the sunshine through the trees, the veins that pattern […]

I have so many questions; at least one for every person I have met, both the ones alive and the ones who are dead. I have so much to ask everyone because I want to understand my life and its […]

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 […]

We’re candleflames flickering in the wind – the smallest change of weather and we all blow out again.

Life is like a drop of rain. First a fall then a splash and it leaves a stain. Then it’s drawn to the clouds to return again.

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 […]

Wave after wave, come carry me away from home on shore before the break of day my nets to set, my duties to attend, (revisiting the ones who earlier went whose ghosts now hover in the mist at dawn above […]

on a hillside in the sunlight, heated only on one side while the other remains cold, you stand, covering your eyes with your hand, watching the skies growing paler all the while they approach the horizon so dark and yet […]

I draw life and life draws me too but life does it better than I ever do.