Fjordscene Poetry

i would dance if i could and the earth never shook and the future never failed and became the past – i would dance, but i can’t since tomorrow’s unsure, and today won’t really begin – i would dance if […]

i won’t ever know which was the proper way to go –the choices are made here and now. no matter the waysof passing our dayswe all find means to cope – somehow.

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 […]

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 […]

future looming large – i do not doubt it comes – but humans in the ashes are not a certainty – the planet will survive be sure of that – it is a consolation of a kind – future looking […]

crackled eyes watch crackled earth – faint distortion overheard conversation nothing of any worth – crackled face observed unwanted – faults found where expected, solutions wanting – not wanted – crackled clocks tick time unheeded, time’s mover, why check time? […]

Time heals, time mends, time lets you comprehend… That grey hair wasn’t there yesterday! Don’t fight with nature, you are it; ever sure – Indestructible, unbreakable – intertwined with nature you will endure… But that wrinkle – too early… Isn’t […]

How I long to believe in something – how the world lets me down each time I try – everything I believe in seems destined to wither and die – My heart remains full of visions as my mind stays […]

One could write of the future. It’s just so hard. Because you then accept in advance that everything you write has a built-in expiration date. Since the date of your choice one day will no longer be in the future. […]

The stone circle in progress hums quietly to you as hills through the mist drift back into view. The faces on the stones observe you quietly as you bravely traverse this piece of history. The peat bog winks you closer […]

I want to believe that I could create something that could last beyond my years. I know however how unlikely that would be. I “go there” every once in awhile and the streets remain the same but the houses change […]

The apparitions came for me again, the ghastly, ghostly figures came at dawn – why now, I do not have the time to think, reflect, certainly not to mourn a time that passed and by and large before I myself […]

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 […]

A knot was loosened, the threads all hang and dangled in the air – How long remain together with nothing to hold them in place? The wind will throw them here and there, then they will fray, disintegrate and disappear […]

I’m so glad that I can’t see the future. Why? Because it would only cause me to second-guess myself and the decisions I am struggling to make right now. Besides, I probably wouldn’t even believe what I were to see […]

I wake in the middle of the night with outstretched arms reaching for that which slips out of my grasp – the world, life, sanity, a future worth living in, dreams worth dreaming that actually stand a chance of coming […]

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 carry bricks and tile with me in my pockets whenever I go to the city. At least it seems so. Every time I return to my hometown I find an old house torn down – every time I go […]

Når jeg lukker øjnene ser jeg bølgerne rejse sig; sivende der sukkende bøjer sig; det flakkende lys fra mit hjemlands vægelsindede sol – nej, lyset fra fakler båret gennem byen – byen er skrumpet; en opløst sukkerknald – husene står […]

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, […]