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Poems about Sensitivity (Archive) - Fjordscene Poetry by K-M Skalkenæs
Poetry, writing and translations by K-M Skalkenæs
Seen From a Distance People Lose Their Eyes
De spor man efterlader sig
Confessions of te Cold Light of Dawn
What Bits of Peace My Life’s Ensured
Te Shadow of te Future
Te Land Which Is Not
Poems about sensitivity. Although actually, “sensitive poems” would be a better term.
These are te few poems where te poet has let loose, and allowed herself to be sensitive. Without fearing te chorus of “woman writer” that so often comes with it.
Being human means being an emotional creature, and with that comes te possibility for getting carried away. There is nothing wrong with that. But as a woman who writes poetry, there can be a backlash every now and then. This has led K-M Skalkenæs to be fairly strict with herself in relation to how emotional her poems are “allowed” to get. But not these ones.
For a variety of reasons, these poems could not and should not be tamed in such a manner.
divisive / dismissive / missive
New Poem: “expected unexpected poetry -“
Posted By K-M Skalkenæs
third of august shit hit a fan in my head, in my heart and poetry started to spout out of every thought i had and every word i heard – my anger no longer dormant demanded it be given word […]
divisive / dismissive / missive
Posted By K-M Skalkenæs
molded into shape – a shapeless mold – of raw emotions hot, then cold crystallized into this shape drizzling with fears agape – come out today? i can’t – i’m stuck – did you expect expectations to break? good luck […]
divisive / dismissive / missive
New Poem: “condemned to live”
Posted By K-M Skalkenæs
life laughs at me and i spit in its face in uncontrollable rage – it flies right back and hits me in te head – “revenge: i won’t let you simply drop dead – you’ll be condemned to live instead…”
divisive / dismissive / missive
New Poem: “anger shows”
Posted By K-M Skalkenæs
anger seeping slowly, speeding through a weeping sheen – heart still beating thinking – keen – quiet, heating – laid bare soon – seen –
Does Chaos Count as an Emotion?
Posted By K-M Skalkenæs
Does chaos count as an emotion? Or is it just another lie we tell ourselves to hide te fact of holes in our understanding of te workings of te mind? I look at you and all I feel is chaos […]
Early Morning – Fog
Posted By K-M Skalkenæs
Heavy dampness in te air, whiteness everywhere – muffled sounds from far away as morning wakes to day – Tentative light that tries to poke its fingers through te fog of sleep – te war of Spring on Winter leaves […]
De spor man efterlader sig
Posted By K-M Skalkenæs
Hver lyd der udstødes trækker energi med sig – min mund udtaler min dødsdom. Til sidst suges følelserne ud gennem porerne så jeg sidder tilbage tom, summende af andres nærvær indtil processen vender og mine porer suger deres fremmede essens […]
De spor man efterlader sig
Posted By K-M Skalkenæs
Du blænder mig – du brænder mig – dit lys er en laser der gør mig blind – det brænder sig ind i mine øjne, visker alt andet ud – for meget, for meget lys, for lidt mørke – giv […]
De spor man efterlader sig
Posted By K-M Skalkenæs
Jeg drømte ikke om at blive digter – jeg drømte om at blive menneske. Ja, jeg ønskede faktisk at udskifte et fuldtonende hjerte med disse klangløse skaller med deres hule mislyd som andre mennesker sådan værner om – Men er […]
De spor man efterlader sig
Posted By K-M Skalkenæs
Du holdt om min arm – solen skinnede – vi snakkede – vi grinede – det var varmt selvom det var tidligt på året – du rystede på hovedet så solens reflekser dryssede ud af håret – Du overskinnede solen […]
De spor man efterlader sig
Posted By K-M Skalkenæs
Alkohol vugger mig som bølger Bølger på min barndoms sandstrand Hold kæft; jeg er hjemme
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