It is about time

Time to write to the moon

time to speak to the fire

time to write over the sea

a long poem or a letter

a final statement or a plea

time to get closer

time to approach without caution

            and without a doubt

time to listen

time to hear

time to get blind

time to listen to the rain

            to listen to the night

time to hear the wind

            to read the sun

to mix our lives

time to flow with the clouds

time to walk across the bottom of the sea

time to find out

            to explore

            to speak

            to listen

time to be just one

            again

it is about time

it is about fucking time.

The cloud is acting up

The cloud is falling down

and nobody sees it

the cloud is leaking

the cloud is oozing

and everybody is shopping

gossiping

laughing

The cloud is         acting up

breaking down

howling

am I the only one realizing?

look

it is there

and nobody sees it

The cloud is almost down

the cloud is screaming

going vertical

going hysterical

going mechanical

going abysmal

almost medieval

tragicomical indeed

and nobody sees it.

Jakob Wagner
Sea Of Clouds

Poem originally published in tweets as @minafiction.

This light

This light

that speaks and goes quiet

this light rising

soaring

this light whispering

barely shinning

this light that entices

this light between us

being born.

Hidden shards

Shards of perfume and broken words

are living peacefully

in this old walls

shards of love and tears

shards of time together.

Infinitesimal and mute

shards of lust and passion

slithering down in every corner

making metallic noises

blooming moaning shards.

Shards of forgotten hopes and pencil marks

have left their mark

in this wooden table

dark and wishful

black shards of light.

Covered with mould and time

shards of promises and never ending love

bear the rain

bear the sun

hopelessly hidden in park benches.

Shards of love and tenderness

light and winged

rose and exploded

leaving opalescent marks

on every single window

and every mirror.

Sharp, cold, boiling and alive

shards of hate and bile are looking at you

endlessly and bold

still shooting at you

after all these years .

Shards of self delusion float

rise & form clouds and storms

inside our houses

and workplaces

their lightning blinding us

killing us all

Keep falling like daggers in the rain

shards of fear and anxiety

deeper and deeper

keep entering the same place

like an endless sting

Shards of words

keep whispering on the walls

in crevices and over floors

keep mixing with the dust

keep murmuring

tiny shards of sound

Floating like dust and covering it all

shards of dreams and wishes

shards of diamantine

shards of mist

Shards of kisses and caresses

stay with us forever

mourning over our skin

dressing us

protecting us

tiny lively shards.

Originally published as tweets as @minafiction.

Still behind - Vanaheim - The nine realms

She is behind

yet she keeps walking

she follows him everywhere

with the sun around her neck

she owns the day and the night

                yet she is still behind

her golden tears are falling

                yet she keeps flying

she can see the future

she can see it all

she is powerful

she is resourceful

but she is behind

she is still behind.

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You can read (and listen at) the poem at the Artipeeps webpage here.

This poem is part of my online collaboration with Nicky Mortlock´s The Nine Realms project that began on October 2014 and that is inspired by the Norse Sagas (specifically the 9 realms of norse mythology). This project involves near-on 50 Twitter poets, arts, musicians and sculptors, and will run online for 9 months culminating in a poetry, art and music exhibition( and even a Viking boat!) in Hanse House King’s Lynn, Norfolk, UK across the Heritage Open Day weekend, in September 2015. 

Don´t follow me - Nifelheim - The nine realms

Somehow I feel

that you mustn’t come

it is so cold over here

my feet are freezing

the snow is falling

my love

please, don’t follow me

somehow I feel

that I might be lost

the rivers are frozen

I am having nightmares

I don’t know what is this

my love

please, don’t follow me

somehow I feel

that this place is poisoned

the land stinks of cadaver

I feel threatened

I feel lonely I feel lost

my love

please, don’t follow me

somehow I feel

there is no end

the mist is overwhelming

I feel guilt and regret

this is all too much to bare

my love

please

don’t follow me.

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You can read (and listen at) the poem at the Artipeeps webpage here.

This poem is part of my online collaboration with Nicky Mortlock´s The Nine Realms project that began on October 2014 and that is inspired by the Norse Sagas (specifically the 9 realms of norse mythology). This project involves near-on 50 Twitter poets, arts, musicians and sculptors, and will run online for 9 months culminating in a poetry, art and music exhibition( and even a Viking boat!) in Hanse House King’s Lynn, Norfolk, UK across the Heritage Open Day weekend, in September 2015. 

Little they know - Nidavellir - The nine realms

Petrol or spark

light or lime

            little they know

sunshine and stone

magic and knowledge

            little they know

work work work

little they know

hiding in the darkness

little they know

coming going knowing

little they know

creating binding transforming

little they know

now you see it, now you don’t

            little they know

about all they know

            little they know.

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You can read (and listen at) the poem at the Artipeeps webpage here.

This poem is part of my online collaboration with Nicky Mortlock´s The Nine Realms project that began on October 2014 and that is inspired by the Norse Sagas (specifically the 9 realms of norse mythology). This project involves near-on 50 Twitter poets, arts, musicians and sculptors, and will run online for 9 months culminating in a poetry, art and music exhibition( and even a Viking boat!) in Hanse House King’s Lynn, Norfolk, UK across the Heritage Open Day weekend, in September 2015. 

It is me - Muspelheim - The nine realms

It’s me riding over permafrost

It’s me

                burning

                melting ice and life

                burning

                               burning

fire burning deep inside

it’s me

                setting everything on fire

rage riding over fire

restlessness riding over ice

                it’s me

again

I have enough fire

                to burn thousand suns

                to consume the earth

it’s me

                burning

it’s me

                and I am waiting

                to set the world on fire.

It’s me

wind made of fire

get ready to glow

get ready to start all over again

it’s me

                again

                               burning.

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You can read (and listen at) the poem at the Artipeeps webpage here.

This poem is part of my online collaboration with Nicky Mortlock´s The Nine Realms project that began on October 2014 and that is inspired by the Norse Sagas (specifically the 9 realms of norse mythology). This project involves near-on 50 Twitter poets, arts, musicians and sculptors, and will run online for 9 months culminating in a poetry, art and music exhibition( and even a Viking boat!) in Hanse House King’s Lynn, Norfolk, UK across the Heritage Open Day weekend, in September 2015. 

It is there - Midgard - The nine realms

Can you see it?

It is there with its days and its nights

with its darkness and its light

with its cold and its warmth

with its love and its hate

with its poison and its cure

can you see it?

right there in the middle

right there by the sea

right there being born

right there being destroyed

can you see it?

it is the place that falls

it is the place that rises

it is the place far away from the gods

can you see it?

it is right over there

it is the place

it is there

it is life

it is us.

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You can read (and listen at) the poem at the Artipeeps webpage here.

This poem is part of my online collaboration with Nicky Mortlock´s The Nine Realms project that began on October 2014 and that is inspired by the Norse Sagas (specifically the 9 realms of norse mythology). This project involves near-on 50 Twitter poets, arts, musicians and sculptors, and will run online for 9 months culminating in a poetry, art and music exhibition( and even a Viking boat!) in Hanse House King’s Lynn, Norfolk, UK across the Heritage Open Day weekend, in September 2015. 

Frostbitten mind - Jotunheim - Nine realms

Through darkness

and eternal sunshine

darkness and brightness

like never-ending dreams

frostbitten mind

awaits in another dream

thoughts

repeated

the pebble falls inside your mind

thoughts

                               repeated

thoughts

being broken

tongues

being broken

day and night

the mind is playing tricks

the night is long

the day is long

time stopping

the mind is flying in circles.

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You can read (and listen at) the poem at the Artipeeps webpage here.

This poem is part of my online collaboration with Nicky Mortlock´s The Nine Realms project that began on October 2014 and that is inspired by the Norse Sagas (specifically the 9 realms of norse mythology). This project involves near-on 50 Twitter poets, arts, musicians and sculptors, and will run online for 9 months culminating in a poetry, art and music exhibition( and even a Viking boat!) in Hanse House King’s Lynn, Norfolk, UK across the Heritage Open Day weekend, in September 2015. 

Around the corner - Helheim - The nine realms

Just around the corner

there is confusion

and the land shakes

there are cries

and it is raining

there is angst

and the land is dry

there is hope

and nothing seems to change

there is money

and nothing has a value

there is lust

and there are children disappearing

there is wind

and the three is shaking

there is greed

and the wolf is running free

there is knowledge

and we cannot see the sun

there is freedom

and there is nowhere to go

there is ice melting

and the winter is never-ending.

just around the corner

                there is hell.

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This poem is part of my online collaboration with Nicky Mortlock´s The Nine Realms project that began on October 2014 and that is inspired by the Norse Sagas (specifically the 9 realms of norse mythology). This project involves near-on 50 Twitter poets, arts, musicians and sculptors, and will run online for 9 months culminating in a poetry, art and music exhibition( and even a Viking boat!) in Hanse House King’s Lynn, Norfolk, UK across the Heritage Open Day weekend, in September 2015. 

Alone and afraid - Asgard - The nine realms

All alone

                smashing stones

                carving wood

                playing with gold

all alone

                behind a broken wall

                waiting for another spell

all afraid

                that the world might change

                that more giants might come

all afraid

                and the wolf is howling

                and the serpent is rattling

                and they can hear the giants’ steps

all alone

all afraid.

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You can read (and listen at) the poem at the Artipeeps website here.

This poem is part of my online collaboration with Nicky Mortlock´s The Nine Realms project that began on October 2014 and that is inspired by the Norse Sagas (specifically the 9 realms of norse mythology). This project involves near-on 50 Twitter poets, arts, musicians and sculptors, and will run online for 9 months culminating in a poetry, art and music exhibition( and even a Viking boat!) in Hanse House King’s Lynn, Norfolk, UK across the Heritage Open Day weekend, in September 2015. 

Coincidences

Kisses and murmurs

share a silence share a noise

 they speak they rattle

Glazed bile and water vapour

share a lightness share a heat

they boil and they rise

Sweet dreams and hopes

share a sky share a night

they rise and they evaporate

Inner thoughts and steps

share a rhythm share a voice

they go back and they go forth

Death and oblivion

share a stillness share a cry

that lasts and that hurts

Contentment and fudge

            share a bitterness and a lie

rancid and sweet

The sun and the moon

share a time and share a light

 they come and they go

Hopelessness and rust

share corrosion share a bite

they go deep and down

Loneliness and mold

share a dampness share a cold

they break down they infuse.

Hope and sunshine

share a light share a warmth

            they soothe they enliven

Fraternity and mist

            share a continuity share a force

                        they permeate they flow.