What is a Poem?

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I have been thinking about this question, what is a poem? We all know of course that there is not only one type of poem, but many, depending on the poet’s taste and style. I have realized that writing poems has become a spiritual practice and habit of mine, even though inspiration and ideas come and go. That is how it is. Other than that, my poems are unique in the way that I have found them in my own heart. There is also a certain style I have come to develop.

I would say that my poems in general are contemplative poems. With that I mean that they often are short pieces meant to stir a silent, yet heartfelt reaction in the reader. Very often they are quite personal, yet I also try to make them universal enough and open, so they may carry meaning for someone else as well. I guess, one of the reasons to write poems, yet not the main reason, is the hope that what carried meaning and hope to my heart may become meaningful for another individual too.

In addition to creating an emotional and heartfelt experience I hope my poems can be meaningful on more of a soul level as well. I find inspiration in Jungian ideas and thinking, in particular shadow work. dreams, arcetypes and individuation, so I hope some of my poems carry a deeper message often pointing toward the possibility of growth into wholeness as well.

As I decided after being at a retreat last year, I have not been posting poems or even other texts on this blog too often. I guess in order to get readers you should be posting regularly, yet I have not felt that to be my way. I realize that when I post to get likes or thumbs ups more than just to share what has been very helpful or important to me, the true fire and joy of it all often evaporates. So, I rather continue to post iregularly, if that is what it means being true to my own heart’s inspiration.

I hope, of course, that some of my poems and writing can find other people’s hearts as well, bring them some light and help them recognize their own longing soul. Maybe they can experience an ease of the loneliness on this often dark and lonely road of life toward individuation and wholeness.

A lot of my poems on this blog has been in the English language, even though my mother tongue is Norwegian. I do enjoy writing in my own language as well, particularly in New Norwegian, nynorsk, which is a particular style of Norwegian where the words often sound beautiful and may even at times more poetic. New Norwegian goes well with my particular contemplative style too. I guess I also must really accept the fact that English is not my mother tongue, and I may never reach the level of vocabulary and finesse I could hope for in English. We will see, what the future brings. For now, I hope that the ones that find this blog may find poems and texts that speak not only to minds, but hearts and soul, the deepest level, where we need to be seen and recognized. I also do believe reading a poem can be just as much a spiritual practice as writing it.

I pray that what will grow in our hearts is a trust in life, in Love, in creation and in particular also a trust in and acceptance of ourselves. I know that is very much what I need, and do think this need is quite common among my fellow wanderers. If my contemplative poems can carry a silent message and give you and others a soul felt pause in their day, an important goal for me has been reached. Yet, I will continue to remind myself that I write for and to myself first and foremost, always. For my own good and growth I need to put my heart out in writing poetry, so I can really find my own heart and soul too, and hopefully become a more and more authentic carrier of the soul gifted to me.

Peace and light to you, my friend 🦋

PS! I would love to hear from some of you out there, especially to know more about how you relate to poems, and what poems mean to you. Maybe you write poetry too? Please feel free to share about it here.

Crossing

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Crossing the bridge
A heart selfishly twisted
Yet equally gifted
Now I know

Need to remember
Yet leave behind
To rise again
Made new

What to be
What to give
From this day on

Oh, Creator of all
To you I pray
To you I call
Lift me up, I fall

Hunger for wisdom
From the darkest den
Full of questions
Curiosity, my friend

Want to be
Want to give
Crossing to live

The Fire (revised)

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The fire within,
a powerful force
Able to destroy and
to mend
My ego
in fearful tricks,
tries to make it bow

This fiery force
makes my ego go for
a smile
-Hide the fire and
let it go
At least don’t let it show

The fire within,
my truth to live
Is not to be hid,
in fear and
illusion
There to be real,
to act,
in this now

The strength of fire,
a life to be
Not quenched,
by false pretense
May I listen,
hold it gently
In contemplation,
refine it
Then let it flow

The New

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Walking on the surface
of a deeper life within
I cannot find my ground
So where can I stand,
when the ground is gone
I cannot find my home

This is a time of disorder
My deepest Self is in hiding
I had to protect myself,
from the eruption,
that would have broken me
to pieces

My creativity is in the dark
The change has left me no spark
What to do
What to believe
I do not know
Where do I go,
from here

Hold

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You just felt overwhelmed
Did not know how to cope
or how to survive, this time
You feared the crash,
you feared the burn,
felt the dread for the place of terror

You wondered what to do
To put everything on hold,
or as a wise man said,
to hold everything

That was the choice you practiced
It was not very easy
nor simple at all, yet,
it was what you needed to learn
It was another chance to learn how,
to truly hold everything,
and let go, before you could live anew

Traveller

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Travelling through these days of life
Dealing with all, joy, sorrow and strife
Trying to, stay on top
Trying not, to give up
Giving myself, to this
Holding all, then,
surrendering
Letting go,
is freeing up new space
This is not a frantic race,
I can choose my own pace
Don’t need, to put on a show
Now, I know, I know I am,
just a traveller,
walking my road
Through the fire of shadow and light,
even in depths of water,
this is my road
And, my road, is my home

Blame

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Blame it on yourself
Dare to take it, feel it fully
Claim your own grief
It must burn
Oh, the yearning
Become all Salamander

Having walked into it,
now, walk through it
Don’t throw it on any other
Don’t throw it away
Don’t waste what burns so well,
no matter the depth

Guilt and sorrow
No need for quenching now
Release yourself from addiction
Hysteria
Give space, create room and
burn, burn, burn

In the fiery furnace
Like the Salamander,
you will be found,
you will be crowned
Owner of your house
Now you can finally be, because now, you truly are

Hold it

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Hold it, my friend
Be your own good friend now
Hold it, please
Stay with it and hold it, within
I know it is painful
I know your despair
You need to hold it right now and here
Drink the cup, my friend
Drink, and
drink again

Just now, rest assured
You need to feel lost
before you find you are found

So hold it now
Again, drink
Let it fill you all up
I know you want wine
but the drink is vinegar
Yet, I plead you, to open up
to see, to feel and also be
molded by it
You must know your pain and
even feel lost, my friend
Only then you can know
that in this,
you are found