Fjordscene Poetry

light splinters off the waves – white flecks sprinkling everywhere – clouding my vision as the water curls –

The restless wind rustles the wheat today; sunshine – yesterday; sleet, a sun that dares to show its face for once and deigns to filter through the branches’ lace – A lazy tune that’s being hummed in vain with nobody […]

Overgrown with weeds, squeezed into place between apartment blocks – irregular in shape, a vast expanse of emptiness and plants – a little jungle in the middle of the city, framed by makeshift fences meant to keep intruders out (the […]

The grass alights with stripes of green and gold as sunlight filters through the trees, and light and shadow divides the ground beneath in asymmetric patterns – green, gold, green, gold – of stripes, triangles and an occasional circle, disappearing […]

Horizon gone – the world is one – grey sea, grey fog, grey sky above Pale waves, pale world – around us whirl a souplike mist in thick, grey curls A second broken – on the sea a seagull strikes […]

A seagull does a balance act out on a pole, and see; a cloud that passes further out drops waste upon the sea – A wave comes lapping at the sand, the sand and sky both grey; the gull takes […]

Old ship, come to rest, torn yet stately, here at bay. Pulsing with the lapping waves pensively at anchor in the harbor, nested in the middle of the city. Red and latticed resting in its decorative decay. Like a withered […]

The sun is floating in a sea of mist with two pale cloud-boats in its wake, and all the sky irradiates as it emits its golden light to mist and clouds alike Then sinking in the sea of its own […]

The seashore’s waves break on the sky, the smoking curls of foam I see in tones from white to rose, the band extend along the invisible sea The winds of evening toss about the bands, the light turns them to […]

Balancing on a steady stem the tender purple bluish threads which make up its small, fragile head raised to the hiding sun, its rosy eye gleams to the sky, that through June ever blinds its eye to those who seek […]

Grey wood, with reddish blotched spots that spread around the hinges – withered wood and rusted metal, bent by gravity and time – hanging on by habit only, guarding still the entrance to an abandoned site where lies a meadow, […]

Thin whirling veils of pink and gold are intertwined across the sky and dance in slow and graceful motion ‘round a perfect half-sphere, cold and white and drenched in mist that makes it wobble slightly to our eyes as it […]

In curls and ringlets, dark yet vividly expressed like broken brushstrokes it bends and stretches out across a piece of sky that blotched in turquoise, purple, pink and orange bids the day: “goodbye”; this oak tree, curled as if asleep […]