Lost

In darkness -
drifting motionless.
Remembering,
sun through clouds,
forest around deep blue lake,
wind caressing her body,
feeling of life,
somewhere along the broken lifeline.
The astronauts’ eyes finally closed.

Translating of “Fortabt�
Published in “I åben båd� 1979
publishing house Ravnebanneret

News

Time to see the news 
see who shoots who 
I dont ask why 
just stating the facts 
fake or fact 
considering 
who I am 
what I want. 

Information 
created by people 
to my use 
without 
actually knowing 
the state of fact. 

Time to see the news
I shooting who?

Poem from December 1980
Published in ‘Et både &’ 2005
publishing house Ravnebanneret

It's cold

It’s cold here
in the darkness
where only stars shine.
It’s cold here
in the darkness
where only some people shine.
It’s cold here
among stars
among people in
darkness.
It’s cold here
where planets spin in the darkness.
It’s cold here
where life once has been
and now gone.
It’s cold here
where some people exhausted
the only sun.
It’s cold here
in the darkness on a switch-off sun.
It’s cold here
where once man has been
and gone farther - leaving
a cold lifeless space behind.
It’s cold here
where man take and use without giving.
It’ll be a cold universe
when man finally stops breathing
a space
where even death will find it
to cold to stay.

Artwork by Lars Beierholm.
Poem and art
Published in “I åben båd” 1979
publishing house Ravnebanneret

It’s cold

It’s cold here 
in the darkness 
where only stars shine. 
It’s cold here 
in the darkness 
where only some people shine. 
It’s cold here 
among stars 
among people in 
darkness. 
It’s cold here 
where planets spin in the darkness. 
It’s cold here 
where life once has been 
and now gone. 
It’s cold here 
where some people exhausted
the only sun. 
It’s cold here 
in the darkness on a switch-off sun. 
It’s cold here 
where once man has been 
and gone farther - leaving 
a cold lifeless space behind. 
It’s cold here 
where man take and use without giving. 
It’ll be a cold universe 
when man finally stop breathing 
a space 
where even death will find it 
to cold to stay. 

Artwork by Lars Beierholm.
Poem and art
Published in “I åben båd” 1979
publishing house Ravnebanneret

It’s cold

It’s cold here 
in the darkness 
where only stars shine. 
It’s cold here 
in the darkness 
where only some people shine. 
It’s cold here 
among stars 
among people in 
darkness. 
It’s cold here 
where planets spin in the darkness. 
It’s cold here 
where life once has been 
and now gone. 
It’s cold here 
where some people exhausted
the only sun. 
It’s cold here 
in the darkness on a switch-off sun. 
It’s cold here 
where once man has been 
and gone farther - leaving 
a cold lifeless space behind. 
It’s cold here 
where man take and use without giving. 
It’ll be a cold universe 
when man finally stop breathing 
a space 
where even death will find it 
to cold to stay. 

Artwork by Lars Beierholm.
Poem and art
Published in “I åben båd” 1979
publishing house Ravnebanneret

Mother Earth

Swirling clouds surface
strange days on planet Earth
angry mother screams.

Featured Poems Award April 2006
at Creative Poems

Early

I raise my coffee cup
to my lips -
drinking morning dew
still sleep in my eyes
I barely see
the splendour of sunrise.

Buddleia

Current thread

Windows

 

Between worlds -
there are many untold stories.

Skill

Hummingbird
disguised as Great Tit
picked a spider
right off
the cobwebs heart.

artwork Klaus Johansen

Adventurous

 

delivered

Artwork: Klaus Johansen

 

No one – -

No one is perfect.
Body and mind have limits.
Ackowledge the fact!
It’s the normal way of life.
Turn it into happy days!

Photo by Edith.

Shortly

Driving home
day by day
the sky appear
with an even darker shade -
123 days to Christmas. 

Sunset

Sun just beneath the horizon,
dramatic red clouds -
cows slowly on course homeward.

Corner

Humanity

Red jars
uncertain candlelight burning
despair in a harsh world.

Posted at Photo-Haiku

Burning sun

Driving home,
a blinding red spot
course my foot
off the accelerator. 

Error messenger

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
but we never will.