Fjordscene Poetry

Spindly strings of light emittedfrom a lit computer screen –nimble fingers hover overkeys that seem to twist and turn – How put into words a worldso twisted and original –how express with merely wordsthe strangeness of it all – Dust […]

congratulations! you’ve scavenged outthis piece of poem from the dustbinthat is the words i left behind – somuch garbage of other kinds gone towaste, but this – the words – can bepreserved at least –a strange thing to ponder in […]

are we to communicate in a forum fit for you it is only fair if it happens in a style fit for me – fancy writing poetry? * to someone who suggested we should start communicating on Facebook Messenger instead of […]

i am no people’s poet – i am a voice in distress screaming for language, definition – reason – and i digress – i speak for nobody besides myself, since nobody else will –

third of august shit hit a fan in my head, in my heart and poetry started to spout out of every thought i had and every word i heard – my anger no longer dormant demanded it be given word […]

the worst thing i ever did to my poetry was tagging my own name onto it – it detracts – if a poem cannot stand alone it cannot stand – and i cannot stand it –

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

She speaks through me, she looks like me but I don’t want to know her – and if she was able to hear my voice or heed my advice there’s much I’d like to show her. But turning gently in […]

Someone once said to me: “Not all of your poems have to be good. After all, when you need to fill out a whole book, some of the material will inevitably just have to be fillers.” Just no. A chance […]

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 […]

I am the poet of transience. I am a voice that shouts unheard into a wall of noise. I am a light that flares up, indistinguishable in the face of the sun. I am a leaf that unfolds only to […]

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 […]

I trust in the poet to be able to phrase all that I wish to say and I trust her to do it – I trust her to scatter the fog with her words, to comfort and heal all the […]

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 […]

I have been torn between the world and writing – writing is demanding, leaving little to the world once it has been written. But the world, moreover, continues to enrage, disappoint and sadden me, so I have surrendered at least […]

Jeg drømte ikke om at blive digter – jeg drømte om at blive menneske. Ja, jeg ønskede faktisk at udskifte et fuldtonende hjerte med disse klangløse skaller med deres hule mislyd som andre mennesker sådan værner om – Men er […]

I left my soul up on the beach as I dove in the sea of poetry and as it lay there – out of reach – it was grabbed by a wave and returned to the sea And now I […]

I distilled my soul into poetry and the pureness of my heart was re-directed entirely into producing art And now when people see me there’s disappointment and scorn since all I left for the world to see is everything that […]