Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Man har liksom våknet

litt, på nytt, men stadig med

lukkede øyne.

Man famler med numne

fingre,

etter noe man ikke vet

hvor

er.

Men finner noe lettere ugjenkjennelig,

noe gjenkjennelig,

og begge forblir

like

uinteressante.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

My Landscape

“Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.”  Sylvia Plath,The Bell Jar'

Poetic, beautiful and true, the thought of our experiences, acquaintances, relations and surroundings , good and bad, being a part of us, forming us through time, becoming our landscape.


Lovely magazine for an easternight like this:


http://editsquarterly.com/




     

Friday, November 25, 2011

Caught Myself A Long Wind

Little bird have you got a key?
Unlock the lock inside of me
Where will you go?
Keep yourself afloat
Feeling old until the wings unfolded
Caught me a long wind
Where will we go?
Keep ourselves afloat

I caught a long wind
A long life wind
I got to know the sky
But it didn't know me
Got to see the light
And land on top of the sea
And be the bird, be the key
And now the current tells
What the wave withheld
And then the lightning say
Oh where light will lay
Where will you go?
Keep yourself afloat

I caught a long wind
A long life wind
Like a swallow
A night owl
A little chickadee
Sad sparrow
Good morning bird
Good nightingale
I took a deep breath
And caught a long wind




//Feist//