Fjordscene Poetry

we weave a thread in space that tears its way through the fabric of reality – its colour sticking out in the dark – its brightness obscuring its frailty – it sways as it molds itself into the sturdier background […]

under radar words die – words live on paper if thoughts linger long enough – they rarely ever do –

corrosion, erasure, exposure and now and again apathy and abandonment causes artwork to happen – spontaneous, hidden treasure –

we speak about the same thing, and the thing is not the same – we call it the same name, but proportions and perspective lie 40 years apart – in a world apart – she thinks she knows the answers […]

loud and clear – pearly white, drops that drip, petals bright – say it out, say it loud, morning sweeps it out of sight –

i am a pile of garbage through which some poems show – one day the pile dissolves leaving words alone behind to grow –

leaves fallen – light stolen – heatwaves stick – thick air waves glowing dust – let rust, corrode what’s left –

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 […]

The lamp is burning its light is dull – whoever lit it has fled But through the night that faint, lost light keeps shining in her stead

Fingerprints etched with a finely sharpened tool into the stone Someone may have wanted to preserve a moment here They should have known that all they could effect was a memorable stone to stand behind; brooding at the passing of […]

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 […]

I am nothing unique, really – I am a drop of water in the river of society, unsatisfied, unfulfilled, like any other. We’re headed somewhere collectively but that is not a place I wish to see – the fear is […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

Darkness descends on the city that once bustled with life and now sleeps even during the day. I look out the window and see its slow but inevitable decay. I think to myself how much easier to have been born […]

I had a dream or a vision that faded in time. And since I was too young when I had it to write it down all that is left today is a few disjointed brushstrokes in blue and green on […]