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 […]
Når jeg lukker øjnene
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 […]
Foranderlige fjord
Jeg står i vand til over hovedet – men det er der ikke længere (vandet) – omkring mig breder sig en flade af grønt, bølgende græs – der er ingen kontrast til det bølgende vand – kun diget adskiller – […]
Vinden der blæser
En magnetisk kraft skubber mig væk – jeg rækker frem men jeg kan aldrig nå – en vind blæser mig bagud; det er den som alle mennesker holdes nede ad – småting, jordting, tidsbegrænsning, med værdi de ikke har – […]
New Poem: Lace
SPRING: The buds that unfold and grow, the dew that resumes at night, droplets in beams of light, dispersing remnants of snow. SUMMER: The skin on the back of your hand, the sunshine through the trees, the veins that pattern […]
My Antiquities
The things I valued not so long ago – the things for which I lived and the ones I left untold are all now piled together into one close-packed rhyme for all now share in fate: They’ve fallen out of […]
Ode to My Elementary School
A pile of rubble, bricks and timber scattered on a plain. Some cluttered lines of trees alone is what remain. And weeds are sprouting through the waste uncaring and unkind. But then again – how could they care – does […]
All There Is Left Now
An open, empty field covered only by the grass where something used to be – well, something had to pass I stare at the empty space and cannot fathom this – all that is left is emptiness Passing shooting stars […]
Candleflames
We’re candleflames flickering in the wind – the smallest change of weather and we all blow out again.
How Ironic
How ironic; a symbol of youth is the sun – an ancient-old guardian whose youth is long gone.
Gone
The softness of the quiet nights is gone. The roar of emptiness now shears its way through every place where lights were shortly on. The smoothness of a quiet day is gone. The drizzle of the sadness dims all colours […]
Love, What Are You?
Achievements – what are they? They’ll vanish when I’m gone, and though my heart is young my soul is ancient-old. I’ve known sorrow, known pleasure, and love is all I have to show, a love impeding every chance to grow […]
Ghost From My Childhood
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 […]
Change and Perpetuity
I stand at the shore where the sea once was and I know not that’s how it is. I’ve looked at the oaks my entire life; they were here before me and they will remain. I stand at the shore […]
The Wait
I waited for the snowfall but finally when it came the snowflakes melted in the air before they reached the ground and all remained the same. I waited for the sunshine but when I finally caught a beam it had […]
The Wasteland Where the Slaughterhouse Was
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 […]
Fjord Fisherman at Dawn
Wave after wave, come carry me away from home on shore before the break of day my nets to set, my duties to attend, (revisiting the ones who earlier went whose ghosts now hover in the mist at dawn above […]
Fragile Dawn
Fragile Dawn – I barely see you as you shimmer through an eyelid halfway gone before you’re here, halfway gone while you are here – You bring promises with you that, forgotten, fade with you in the bittersweet gradient of […]
Heart of Rust
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 Rise and the Fall
Out of the ocean rises it, transparent in its beauty, cocks head in joyful majesty and marvels at its power, then bends its neck when nearing land, in curiosity – consumes itself in foam and then collapses on the sand; […]