This week’s poem, inspired by current events.
Refugee
Sand-grain on a windblown beach,
shadow of a leaf in a forest.
Salt in a drop in a deep, dark sea,
flicker of a star, lightless sky.
Moment in a dream in a long
restless night in an endless,
pointless war,
between people .
Dhaka 2015
This week’s poem, inspired by the intensity of the city where I live.
Dhaka
Think of an anthill; that coming and going,
vibrating energy expended on gathering,
carting, sorting, crisscrossing
without missing a step.
Think of an anthill; single-minded
survival instincts, cooperation,
stealing, shoving, lifting, cleaning,
storing, eating, dying.
Think of an anthill; lines of workers
carting weight too heavy for spindly limbs,
sand grain by sand grain
changing the earth.
Dhaka 2015
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This week’s poem about the way the world keeps changing around us, sometimes faster than we can really understand or keep up with.
Someone’s everyday guest
Watch you on a new stage,
hero in that story,
prince, knight, beloved one,
woven in fresh weave,
glowing bright, flooding them
in gorgeous light.
New man on their team
deliverer of cheerfulness,
charmer, entertainer,
everyday’s welcome guest.
Proud to see, I watch you go
reluctantly.
Dhaka 2015
A micropoem as a warm up to next week’s poem.
you’re everywhere a welcome guest
I’m proud to see. I watch you go
reluctantly.
Dhaka 2015
Et digt på dansk inspireret af to der elsker hinanden og som har valgt at blive gift.
Hverdags kærlighed
Når kærlighed blir hverdag
og den vokser som en skov,
når den vækker dig om morgenen
med ømhed og med sjov.
Når den vækker dig om morgenen
og spadser langs din vej,
når den deler det du brænder for
og i smærte støtter dig .
Når den deler det du brænder for,
giver stille plads når du har brug,
fløjter solskins sommer morgen
så din mave gir et sug.
Fløjter solskins sommer morgen,
dage fyldt med kys og sved,
når det føles helt som hverdag
lad det bli’ til evighed.
Amtoft 2015
This week’s poem inspired by two people who love each other and who have chosen to marry.
Everyday love
When love becomes your everyday
so you sense its growth is true,
wakes you quiet every morning
to spend each day with you.
When it wakes you every morning
and comes striding down the lane,
when it’s with your in your eagerness
and with you in your pain.
When it’s with you in your eagerness,
gives you space when you feel blue,
whistles in the sunshine morning
endless plans for things to do.
Whistles sunshine in the morning and
becomes your everyday,
so you sense life as it should be,
then invite it in to stay.
Amtoft 2015
Dear friends and followers
I am taking a short summer break for the first week’s of August.
Weekly poems will restart from mid-August.
Happy summer
Rilla
This week’s poem, having time to think, I’m afraid I thought a little too much about time.
Aging
For that odd door of Alice’s
behind which rabbits run on unmowed grass
in unpredictably slipping time,
I keep searching.
Unexpected keys in words, names, smells
bring it nearer, clearer, but then after all –
nothing, just a shifting shadow,
an unexpected stirring.
Choice, direction, opportunity open
but which unlocked gate to choose
when none are that elusive shrinking door
I’m searching for.
Suppress panic imagining trees growing taller,
time speeding mercilessly
as I get bigger and older,
and realize perhaps I gave up long ago.
No way I could make it through
any how.
Dhaka 2015
A monsoon Haiku
Green between
Between grey pregnant clouds-
fast rising waters,
earth grows gorgeous in green
Dhaka 2015
A poem about remembering to stop and smell the flowers, and write the poem that comes to mind.
Now or never
Pause,
panting
to think poetry,
or just rush on.
Good times for memory banks,
photo opportunities to like and share
and pile them up, load them in
for later examination
at my leisure…
If
at that time I can still recall
and if I live that long.
Denmark 2015