Espen Øye Bjørkvold
Espen Øye Bjørkvold Poems
|1.||The Cat From Doolish Bay||1/31/2011|
|2.||Feelings From The Inner Me||1/31/2011|
|4.||Monday In February||2/4/2011|
|7.||A Cup Of Tea||2/6/2011|
|9.||Under Dancing Northern Light||2/7/2011|
|10.||Máret In The Winter Night||2/9/2011|
|11.||The Old Noaide||2/9/2011|
|12.||Wings Of Tranquility||3/11/2011|
|14.||Valentine Card To An Old Widow||2/14/2011|
Comments about Espen Øye Bjørkvold
Outside my window the snow is white,
a winter mist I see so bright.
I hear through chrystals snow on snow,
a distant engine of a plow.
The chrystals falling from the sky,
in a way which I can’t tell you why
On the ground there is heavy snow
the plow is getting nearer now
The window sticks just like a stamp
against my fingers, cold and damp.
I see the sight of untouched snow,
I see the fountain of the plow.
The plow went by ten minutes ago
back is now a usable road
I hear through chrystals, snow on snow;
the distant engine of the ...