Poetry Blogs (Norwegian)
Nicola Beckett on Been and Gone (2 hours ago)
Nicola Beckett on Before the Enemy Comes (3 hours ago)
Nicola Beckett on BALLOON (3 hours ago)
Nicola Beckett on Mother Inez (3 hours ago)
I walk amongst the trees but who is there to hear?
I whisper and let my voice rustle the leaves until their tremors cease.
Hoarse and weary, not heard, not seen, I wonder if I have ever been.
A Norwegian hillside, a Norwegian wood, I sing your song.
There is much talking but who is there ever to hear?
In life, I roar silently as people pass, unseeing.
Soundless, I mo...
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:19 pm