My word for 2017:

Monday, January 30, 2017


The kind of loneliness
that comes after having been with friends,
the kind that hits you in the gut and
hurts so bad
it doubles you up,
so profound and
so deep.
So different from the other kind that
seeps in during long days of
being alone,
the kind that leaves you limp,
passive and
heavy with resignation.

(Den slags ensomhet
som kommer etter at du har vært
sammen med venner,
den sorten som treffer deg i magen, 
så dyp
så vond at
du står dobbel.
Så anderledes enn den andre sorten
den som kryper inn i løpet av 
lange ensomme dager,
den sorten som gjør deg 
passiv og
tung av resignasjon.)

Wednesday, January 04, 2017

The swan

I saw you flying over the lake last night
your elegant body held up by strong
wing strokes,
you and your mate and three juveniles
still in their grey plumage,
flying silently
in formation
settling on the lake surface,
ready for an evening snack.

It seems to me like you have the
freedom to go
wherever you want
maybe just driven by
hunger and the need for
protection and
a habitat,
but what do I know?