Fjordscene Poetry

bitterness – every thought of you acerbic on my tongue – memories of all you’ve done sting like poison – smarting every thought of betterment –

were i alone tonight i’d drown my sorrows one by one and cry out what was left until there wasn’t any left of me – i’d let myself feel free for a few short hours until the sickness set in […]

i carry inside a memory count and every time i see a screen it ticks down –

A scorching summer’s sun sinking making way for pale pink ribbons flailing disappearing into inky bluish black – We stood here once your back not turned – Do you remember who I am? Did that memory fade or does a […]

Those days – and all that we still thought might be! Those days of awkward memory! Those days have proved themselves – in hindsight – best, and yet we didn’t know, and let them go to waste.

I search for the feeling but nothing remains – except recollections of losses and gains – I faintly remember the last time we met and what we did then – through pain and regret I know that I loved you, […]

There’s a tree left behind in the rubble piles – its branches wind upwards among the bricks and tiles. I remember it clearly from childhood days where it stood so proudly during breaks right in the centre of the playground […]

And so he died who, having lived so long, had buried so many others and never cried. And so we stood there powerless for words. A person lost, indeed, but memories and stories so much more importantly that day as […]

Poetry is contrary to nature in the sense that it is meant (or at least by its poet dreamt) to stand apart and last when all else follows its natural cause and ends up becoming the past. But what is […]

The centrifugal force of words washed over her, swirled around her, made her dizzy. ‘But that’s what shrinks do’, she figured, watching with increasing numbness as the man’s lips kept moving, making words that increasingly seemed to dissipate and dissolve […]

Fortidens slør smyger sig om min krop ved hvert trin jeg tager gennem ruinerne – hvert trin et dansetrin og fortidens slør gør de døde levende omkring mig – jeg ser dem omkring mig alle optagne af det liv de […]

Alkohol vugger mig som bølger Bølger på min barndoms sandstrand Hold kæft; jeg er hjemme

Memories I’d forgotten surge forward to beleaguer my brain when I see your face again Forever ago we lay in the grass in my parents yard after class looking up into the branches of the old beech tree, wondering how […]

Yes, I remember but if nothing had hurt there would’ve been nothing to remember – just the same dreary, empty days I forget – repetitive chores I forget – an endless cycle of regret If nothing had hurt I wouldn’t […]

My memories escape my brain invading my surroundings I can remember what remains of thousands of ventures however incomplete they are alluring anyway do you remember too, and will you listen? Will you stay? Do you remember afternoons with ice […]

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 […]

Don’t play it – no more melody reminding me of you – don’t play the song we used to sing, don’t sing it like you do – no sound to ruin what my heart is hoarding, true and pure; there […]

When it was, it all was real, today it is a shadow – the lush green grass, a lonely cloud, the daisies on the meadow – When it was, it all was real, but felt unreal to me – then […]

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 […]

My hand was once inwoven in your hair – I feel it still. My thoughts rely thereon when through the air I sense – oh, thrill! – a smell like your perfume – I couldn’t bear to carry on without […]