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Jóhannes Kjarval said:

It´s such a difficulty to be a human being

It has always been a struggle for me.

 

We have many things to look out for, nature plays with

human nature and if we aren´t aware of natures

play there will be no art left.

 

And we should mind the stones. We

shouldn´t always let them lie in 

our shadows, sometimes we should

pet them and listen to them and hear what

they think

 

-
 

 

The woman with the grey cap

 

A young woman

sits at the back

of the bus

I think

she is talking to herself

and she smiles

 

I want to sit next to her

and smile with her

 

While the bus

travels through

darkness

 

-

 

The old house

 

Once I gave

an art exhibition 

called the surrounding trees

 

Then I lived in an old

timber house

on the top floor

the house is built in many parts

at various times

 

As I went to sleep

I could feel it

 

How the trees around the house

wrapped themselves around it

in a warm embrace


-

 

Young woman

 

I sit in a blue seat

in a yellow bus

A man in a hoodie

sits next to me.

The blond woman

in mint-green coat

A young woman

 

Just now I was reading

a text I wrote

late last year

 

Over you glided soft and warm

warm nature


-

 

The lake

 

I am bursting.

The search for rest.

 

On the other side of the lake

 

-

 

 

The lady with the bag

 

The lady walks with a bag signed 38steps.

A dog follows.

 

With coins in the pocket.

 

-

 

Morning

 

Popped out of a house.

To look at the birds.

 

While the flies were sleeping.


~

 

 

Bankastræti

 

I walked slowly

up Bankastræti street.

On the way

I met a young man.

He jumps or

glides across the street

He has glasses

he is thin

not so tall

 

I want to hug him

And tell him.

That everything will be fine.

-

 

 

Skólavörðuholt

 

The old, big lion.

Screamed in my heart

and leaped

 

Ran across

Skólavörðuholt

with tears in my eyes.

 

Upon the hill

it calmed down.

And walked slowly

home


-

 

Feel like it

 

I don´t feel like going on a diet

I´d rather lay down

with the cat.

And occasionally

grab the knitting needles 

if I feel like it

 

-

 

 

My life

 

I want to write a poem about my life

I passed the road

and saw two ships on land.

 

Before I left

and the bird

appeared by the road

I lay down

and looked at him

you smell like a lily

he says

so it resonates in distance

over mountains and through tunnels

with few houses

and few human beings looking at each other.

 

-

​​

Self-portrait

 

I am happy

like a little bird

which eats the breadcrumb

and sings

jumps on one foot

and flaps the wings.

Small and fragile.

 

Before you leave.

You touch me.

 

-

​​

Moon

 

I sit and knit

the sweater

for the smiling woman

who talks to cats.

The moon

pulls the yarn

with the sound of falling rain

-

 

Garden

 

I walk into the garden.

Alongside the wall

fully grown trees

sway their branches

in the garden.

I walk further into the garden.

Into the flower beds and onto a little path.

In the flower bed lie a few

sculptures I left

broken and dirty.

I don´t dare to touch them,

I just glance at them.

I will pick them up this summer

quietly.

And I will set them up

in a beautiful space

in brightness.

 

-

 

 

Another thing on my mind

 

At midnight I thought

someone was breaking in

to my house.

I call out.

Look out the window

open the front door.

Big black furry cat

jumped out walked over the porch.

I call out to him in my mind

have you seen

Svarti Pétur

-

 

Good morning

 

I bite

a juicy and sweet yellow apple

The half-blind man

a good friend of mine.

We talk about beautiful colours

in life

 

He asks,

Have you yet painted

the blue painting!

 

My paintings are just in

all colors

The colors came to me

I say.

 

Dreams about colours.

 

We walk together hand in hand

wild

through the corridors of the building

the elevator creaks

as we travel between floors

 

A light smile

comes over me

as the half-blind man

pushes the button of the elevator

 

And the elevator shakes.

 

The windows of the building are covered.

Possible to walk outside

to a small yard

 

Over there brightness crawls over the fence.

 

And the birds pay a visit.

 

The leftovers from the yellow apple on the table

My journey

into

the pale-blue world

of my daughter.

 

-

​​

Holy robot

 

I cut down

four onions

for the soup

with tomatoes

it is just around three

daytime

 

The brain jumps up

 

Where is Birna

 

Can she sense the smell

of the soup

 

After a difficult journey

 

Few paintings lay

on the coffee table

Brushes and colours laying

I wonder if there is room

for Birna

 

Always enough

space in the small house

 

-

​​

Anxiety

 

Here is a banana

about a banana

from a banana

to a banana

 

Ate three bananas

still having a panic attack

 

Better listen to some music

and then attend a group meeting

-

 

 

The loner

 

The loner walks

walks

head down

occasionally straightens

his back.

Looks over the town

 

Tourists flowing

up and down the street

 

The eyes glide over

Christmas lights

song resounds in the distance

from old buildings

 

The loner droops his head

thinks about the present

the silence

to his mind comes

a story about a woman in a book

by Isabelle Allende

The woman in the book

is a loner

The tables move

the energy

moves through the room

 

Fear and innocence

describes the person

the smell is plain

 

The loner

lives in the silence

and the heartbeat

 

The city sings

-

 

 

Happy New Year

 

The birds sing

for us

in the new year

 

Newly awakened

beautiful children

are playing

 

The journey

continues

on the untraveled road

 

The children

walk along

a house and a path

 

Joy remains

over home

valleys and gardens

-

Heart

 

Special this life

so beautiful

many 

many

things go through the mind

Little children

being born each day

days pass

grow and thrive.

The rhythm of the heart differs

and gets slower as the days pass by.

Song resounds

through

through

many things pass

through the mind

the heart beats in the same rhythm

 

The ocean breathes

yes

yes

I say in my heart.

The island shines blueness

in the distance

 

-

 

Maria

 

I walked east

walked straight to the east.

Ended by a bench

three role models sat there

Virgin Mary, Maria Magdalena and

Martha Maria.

I looked aside

looked over the cliff

the ocean and the tree

 

I found

a hole in the house

a little hole with

a red and blue veil


-

​​

Morning journey

 

I cycled down

Skólavörðustígur

and down Bankastræti.

I could feel the saddle

aimed with me

 

Could feel how the darkness

 

and the sweet rain

 

stroke my cheek.

 

I was relieved

I was wearing

a black coat.

Covering my head and shoulders.

-

 

 

Journey

 

Then we went,

then we went over the heath,

then we went over to Spain.

 

So said the man.

Where will we go next

maybe across the street

where the kitty creeps along

houses.

One of the houses by the street

is read.

The kitty visits houses

wild around the houses of the town.

The boat sails

on the rivers

between countries.

 

The journey had a red color

sometimes blue or yellow.

Come to me when the flowers bloom

said the lady with the veil,

the one sometimes meet.

-

 

 

The woman in the cellar

 

The woman broke out of the cellar.

A house on the corner where icicles freeze in the wintertime

Before breaking out she threw things out on the pavement.

Some paper

and cat stuff.

 

The next day I saw her sitting alone in a small car

she had filled the car with things. 

 

I was glad to see the woman broke free.

 

I wanted to celebrate with her

but I am shy

But gave her beautiful thoughts

Sometimes heroes are born from

from cellars.

 

-

​​

Feeling

 

The door

the door

closes.

Don´t know how

but it closes.

It can be heard in the wind

and I can feel the ocean

feel it

the ocean

down there.

 

The cliff rises

up.

The door closes slowly

I can feel it.

-

 

The kitty cabin

 

The heat in the heart

and butterflies in the stomach

glide over.

Walk between rooms

I hide under the duvet.

A prophecy

about bright forecast

glides over the lakes.

But I am stuck in a few steps

in the living room and in little

bedrooms.

And in a garden hut

which I call kitty cabin.

-

​​

Bedtime story

 

Good evening. Last night I dreamt that goodness overcame evil, it was a black huge cloud which grew bigger and bigger until goodness swam in the river with the children. And got away from the evil spirits and made its way under the clouds so the sun could shine. And evil turned into a little black drop. But evil didn´t vanish altogether but disappeared into the blue. And nobody knew where evil stayed. Except for goodness which glittered in ocean and heaven. I wanted to tell this story

before I went to sleep and when another story

goodness came with the children and they managed to send evil away. They had to go a long way through a big building

And pass by various things through tunnels and down by the river through the dark.

 

-

​​

Memory

 

Sometimes I want to tell the truth

sometimes the truth is hard to hear

I am not sure whether it is right.

But they say everybody terrorizes

in one way or the other.

I often find silence

oppressive and so difficult

that I want to scream

but silence rules.

In the meanwhile, the chair moves in the kitchen

moves and the refrigerator door

opens occasionally

and the fridge sighs. 

In the meanwhile, the girl lies down

and stares into the darkness

and dreams about a beautiful woman

who live on the other side of the valley.

The girl falls asleep

in the pink room in her small bed

and hopes to feel the song

over the valley.

 

-

 

The children

 

I don´t dare to say.

But I suspect

great craftiness

for certain human beings

in the society.

 

But it is best to think

about something good.

Where the innocent child

cries out

give love

 

-

The blue haired girl

 

I had a dream. That a dear friend of mine

had colored her hair blue.

I stroke her hair gently.

And told her she was beautiful.

This was a warm and beautiful moment.

-

 

 

Few poems

 

Children play

flowers wait

 

The cat cuddles in my lap

-

 

Beautiful when

trees are in hibernation

 

black in the white lava field

-

 

We walked together

over the bridge

 

Yellow withered grass covers the valley

-

 

I cover myself with a blanket

it is flowered

 

I can feel the soft softness

-

 

Ocean ocean there power lies

seaweed grows there red and green

 

a pearl is growing inside of me

-

 

The ice cube

stores the moist

the flowers sleep


-
 

The blueness of

Westfjords

 

shines over ocean and sky.

-

 

The distance between you and me

is a yellow, yellow withered grass 

 

which covers the valley

-

 

The woman

is like a pink-red seaweed

 

sweet and soft

-

 

Will I come to a conclusion

if I breathe white bubbles over the ocean

 

into the small house by the fjord.

-


 

The softness under the blanket

where the cat lies down

 

it is very good

~


 

I wasn´t thinking about seaweed

I was thinking about softness

 

the movement with the flowers.