Blue Magic – and other poems
December, the dark time – the steadfast dark – darkness outside, but inner light glowing magically…
December, the dark time – the steadfast dark – darkness outside, but inner light glowing magically…
I’m in the process of putting together a Christmas album, mostly with my own lyrics, but there are also a few settings, for example ‘Christmas Morn’ by Anna de Brémont.
Summer is moving on, the nights are getting longer again – and we have set our old poem “Tuvstarr and Skutt” to music.
We have the choice, the choice of how we live our lives, as long as we do so consciously and don’t allow ourselves to be manipulated by lies that are around us and from within.
It’s war in Europe again. An aggressive, merciless assault by Russia’s dictator Putin against a much smaller country. There is not much we can do – but at least we can write.
Last but not least: One more Poem for 2021…
I’ve always struggled with my gift for predicting what will happen when you can rarely change anything with it anyway. For providence works in the decisions of people, there is no fate that can be averted….
There are losses in life that you survive, but not quite – something will always be missing, shadows remain, fine cracks. And though much time passes, it will never heal.
While I was tidying up, I found a few poems on my desk that I had overlooked so far, perhaps because I wanted to overlook them….
There are also those rain-soaked days in spring when the sky is overcast but still breathes depth…
The old ladies look out at the window, their majestic shelter, as true royals they glance over their garden, the border fence…
Everywhere is night, there is no light in the world – and that annoyed me. Therefore, I sent out four angels into the world, which should dispel the darkness.
As part of World Poetry Day 2021, some more English poems have been composed, using Pexels graphics to create visual poetics.
Over the days I have been delving a little into nordic fairy tales and their illustrations, including those by John Bauer. And while I was immersed in them, thinking about humanity, I wrote some more verses…
Some people actually imagine heaven as a paradise garden in the clouds with tired angels in it, a big golden garden fence in front and Saint Peter as an usher. I don’t. I have an idea […]
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