Nordic cloud

Mar 24, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Strange Thoughts

When the moon is broken

By the grey-black trees

And the silver-grey night sky

Is floating, like the inside wall of a balloon

Moving the stars about the sky -

Tiny holes of light out there

In the never ending universe.

Strange thoughts come!

There was no beginning

There is no end

The concept is as beautiful

As mist that clouds the mind

And makes it stop being conscious

What should we be conscious of?

Nothing matters

Or everything matters

We are with each other

Because each other are there

In a room together

Without each other we are nothing

With each other we are nothing

All that is is what we make it

And that is up to what we are

What our consciousness is.

— Nordic cloud, Mar 24, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

Critiques

Ink Dragon

17 years 2 months ago

Ann,

I love the balloon picture and the philosohical (not so strange) thoughts. The night is a time when we may well be thinking thoughts that we are not aware of in broad daylight. Maybe it is because the day is often loud and bright, whereas the night is mostly calm and dark? Maybe we can hear some voices better when everything is quiet and we cannot see much? Yours, ~Nina

Geezer

17 years 2 months ago

strange thoughts

not so strange, i'm sure you have heard of ying and yang. the positive and negative sides, constantly and forever circling each other. that is the true nature of the universe. you have glimpsed that reality. something that some people never do. you thoughts remind me of that now, at a time of need. i am in your debt, thank you. i have solved a problem with this thought. great work, keep on keeping on. gee

Aureo

17 years 2 months ago

Questions Posed

Hello Ann, Thank you for this lovely thought provoking piece. How many times have I asked and contemplated the age old question "nothing matters or does everything matter?" It seems we just go around in circles, a beginning without end. Woven in your words and those of so many others is this longing to know the answers and yet our consciousness is clouded by the mist. Beautifully written. Kristeta

Cloudthings

17 years 2 months ago

Dearest Ann, you are such a divine wordsmith. this is fantastic

Dearest Ann, you are such a divine wordsmith... this is fantastic (have always loved your writing so much & have been so distracted & busy lately, I regret not coming more actively in search of your new works sooner... Ahh it is soooo lovely). The first verse has me swooning. How I wish I could snaffle you away to visit me for a few weeks where I could spoil you, showing you all the art & scenery here & the music & spoil myself (how gorgeous it would be to have YOU around!!!). I must write some songs especially for you ... with didgerido accompaniment... now you've inspired me! Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."

Nordic cloud

17 years 2 months ago

Oh sweet friendship

I, who have never had friends of the likes of you dear Anni, I have only the few good ones, but then I have reclused( not a word) myself in the county side of Devonshire for 9 years, ending in divorce due to loneliness (+of course) and then working a full day in a shop /handicrafts/fotos/designs/ and little time to meet people outside; there were the lonely old ladies who came in for a chat, and one who was obviously a bit-of-a-tatar at home, I befriended her and we met even after I had left the shop, she showed me how to make Norwegian Christmas 'cookies' and she loved stones, so we had things in common, she was a bit'o a tatar but who cares ? So now, as Orgami said, we have found people who are not only so kind and friendly but who have a similar passion for words and their arrangement, what better place to find some people with whom to correspond, respond and enjoy. My friends have been men and they are a different kettle'o fish, they are so wonderful, but they see things in different ways and one is often going past them with ones dialogue and not meeting- metaphorically speaking. I love them, and here we meet some very special ones who love poetry and music and are different from the norm, I am happy to know you all and especially you Anni who can float about the sky with me never falling down. Snaffle, I love it. Love from the Nordic Ann ( My ancestors came from the Orkneys so maybe I have Viking blood in me, my Aunt translated the Eddas/saga's from their Icelandic Norse originals s o I feel at home in this rugged rocky land, with the great forests and nearly no people to disturb the animals and birds=4 million!!!!!!!!! Stick that in your peace-pipe and smoke it!

Cloudthings

17 years 2 months ago

I love your eccentric past my gorgeous Norge goddess (chuckle!).

I love your eccentric past (& present) my gorgeous Norge goddess (chuckle!)... Oooh & I loved this line of yours (among a million others of yours!) "...especially you Anni who can float about the sky with me never falling down." I shall carry that fantastic image with me, wonderful. xxx Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."