Fjord Poems - Poems about Fjord

Thoughtful glaciers left a beauty of a fjord on Mjosa Lake I stare at the gorgeously formed mountains in the distance Are there peeping eyes under their white snowy hair? I am not alone on the water today; I feel spirit, embracing me. It is not a mere angel this time, it is holier than that. Possibly Archangel Michael...

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A warrior can be an artist, but can an artist go to war Can the craftsman ever breathe the fire, that tempered the blade he forged The warrior-poet not the poet-warrior, the difference in the score All fury do his words inspire —to bridge the liars fjord (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)...

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At the end of a fjord The fjord was long and dark on both sides, hard granite could not soak up the sun it was like descending into hell. But the fjord arm opened and at the bottom could be seen a small village with red-painted houses, the people here at been isolated from outside influence for many years and everyone...

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A warrior can be an artist, but can an artist go to war Can the craftsman ever breathe the fire, that tempered the blade he forged The warrior-poet, not the poet-warrior, the difference in the score All fury then his words inspire, —to bridge the liars fjord (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)...

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There is a green Beyond all green That hides behind the wintry white. a green so sweet that tears slip from the eyes and turn to dew upon the ground. the green so sweet that beloved dead burst into flowers before the snow sings in the summer. Bird song Dances In the sweetness of the green--- And as it slides into the sea The blue sings in...

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