I øjnene at Se

Min pen
Er min ven;
Den sandeste

Min bog
Er et låg
For mit sjæle-indkog

Anno-Recie

Hver morgen smadrer jeg mig selv
Spiser lidt morgenmad
Bliver lidt hel igen
Ved frokosttid er jeg et stort, sort hul
Der ved aftenstid er helt forbrændt til kul

Og så ved jeg: jeg har nået mit mål.

Achy Breaky

The sound the heart makes
When it doth break
Oh joy - the bittersweetness
The relief of great endureance
The salty weepy
Slimy creepy
Stupid thing

I should have never let you in

Through the wonderful online magaine Synchronized Chaos (synchchaos.com) I received the book "Ardor" by Janine Canan to review. The following is my experience with reading Janine Canans poems, and as you will discover I very much recommend looking in to Janines work if you're even just a bit interested in poetry. Please enjoy!

Janine Canans book "Ardor" is a beautiful and fantastic collection of ponderous poems with lots of things to think about,  swirled together with a delightful, yet skillful, composition of words arousing a wonderful sense of, as titled, ardor when read. 

Janine Canans poems argues natures needs, longings and pains and explores the spiritual side of womens history and legacy. Several Gods of exotic nature are mentioned throughout the book and lovingly sewn into the poems, serving as steppingstones towards the true meaning of each of the masterfully crafted stanzas. The poems awake a sense of wonder and mysterious curiosity within the reader as they are read, and one can not help but to feel wiser after reading the book "Ardor". 

I feel truly blessed to have had the privelige to review such a wonderful, skillful, joyful and wise book of true ardor.

Read more about Janine Canan and her work at http://www.janinecanan.com/

Cabin in my heart

The Windows were so dirty
The sun didn't hurt my eyes
The tears I felt a'coming
Couldn't finish my pain's demise
The wispy leafs on the dying tree
Didn't bother to stay belonging
My heartthrobs nocturnal neediness
Was never ready for the morning

I stole a glance of the horizon
The dreary task of day
Yet nigh seems the end of reason
And with it my dismay

Cosmos thoughts

I want to be one with the cosmos
I want to know the rules
I want to be
Someone who can see
The miracles between us

I want the Universe
Under my skin and bones
I want the Stars
In my arms
Relieved of this curse

May the evanescence
Of my being
Be the beginning of something great
May my lack of insight
Be knowledge to other's hindsight

And may I be one with the cosmos

Circle of misery

We need to be heard
But why can't we listen?
We need to be seen
Yet stay reluctant to see

By our urge to be best
We have no mercy for the weak
With our stolen dreams
We have devoured hope
We have slept with Pandora
We have foretold and discarded our happy ending
...
We have fulfilled the circle of misery