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Woman in a rosegold dress at Zanzibar
by Celine U. Gjersvik

Poem: New Year

Every year we all reflect, or at least think through our year consciously or unconsciously. Going through what a year it has been, either at New Year’s, during a milestone achieved, our birthday, or similar “big moments” in life. In the end, reflection over time passed. However, life is not as linear as time has made us belivie. Maybe it’s rather moment to moment – and everything in-between?

Thus here is a poem for a new year – new me, new you? Or a new perspective of our life before it’s through?

New year – new me

New year, new me,

That’s what we all say every single year at this time, don’t you agree?

Instead, I’ll rephrase that line of speech, for life turns out how we decide it to be.

Today or tomorrow, or a new year.

Time doesn’t really matter,

Rather how much you care.

For life is not as linear as we believe,

Rather measured by moments in time.

How much effort you’re willing to put in,

You choose if you give in or win.

For down the line,

Your life is exactly by your own design.

/CG Art & Poetry

Woman at a swing in Zanzibar
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by Celine U. Gjersvik

Navigating Life’s Challenges: Fuck Life Sometimes

Currently, I’m quite ill, which is why I canceled the book launch event until further notice and have been quieter in SoMe… Through a lot of doctors’ appointments checking me head to toe, I’ve been keeping my spirit and hopes up by ridiculous jokes – maybe you have followed on Instagram and you know, – a little on the dark side, but at least they’re funny (or I like to think so). In any case, we are working towards finding out whatever it is, but to my frustration, but also a blessing of quiet, words of poetry have been far away and my mind (disturbingly?) quiet – probably because the only things I do is pretty much sleeping way too much, doctors appointment and eating – then repeating. However, I’ve honestly also gone through a lot of emotions and when I had a day of a tiny bit more energy, the words came pouring out again.

Please read the poem and words with an open mind and do not take it so heavily to heart – my words helped me get out my emotions of being scared, feelings of helplessness, anger, and sadness, but I’m not dying and I’ll get back on my feet soon enough; however, it’s written from a very emotional perspective… Contrary, maybe someone else out there is experiencing something similar, or far worse (though I severely hope not) – someone unique who now may have a few words for their situation, emotions, experience, perspective, or however one would like to phrase it of trying to capture a part of life.

I hope my poem, and poems, may guide you, or wake something underneath – cause underneath it all, who are you at your core?

Woman at a bridge watching the horizon

Fuck Life Sometimes

Fuck life sometimes,
All these fucking climbs.
Fuck the upper there, God, Allah, Universe, or whatnot,
Their lessons and their plot.
Fuck the journey when the destination blurs out,
No light at the end of the tunnel in sight,
Just yet another fight.
How many fights before some light?
Thank you for the lessons and hell,
Sure, made me strong with stories to tell.
Contrary, I’m far too close to the ring of the church bells,
My life feels like a jail cell.
.
No work,
No workout,
No walk,
Almost no talk,
Nor friends and fun,
Projects on pause and life too,
Yeah, this girl barely put on shoes.
Bed rest with food, sleep, and repeat,
Add in a range of doctors to find,
Whatever is going on but digging deep in their mind.
A special case of some,
They’re not dumb,
But finding the cause is far from close,
Yeah, who the fuck knows?
.
So here I am, in bed to sleep and sleep some more,
It’s such a bore.
Dreams of the life I had and of what I want,
It’s like life is all “a dream within a dream”,
But what happens when the sand runs out,
Yet another time I doubt.
.
High hopes for a living,
Please be a little more forgiving.
Hopes for the morning, sunshine, and light,
But life is so far from bright.
.
Yet I climb, yet another time,
And I rhyme,
But it feels like my life is running out of time…

/Love & Light, CG

My debut book “A Poetry Collection of The Broken and The Divine” is out for sale on Amazon (paperback and e-book). Keep posted for the book launch event in, hopefully, the near future.

by Celine U. Gjersvik

Bright Future – Reflecting on the Journey from the Rearview

We all face each our struggles of different kind, in each our own mind. Thus, remember to always be kind. For you may not know what that person goes through, even when both is enjoying the same view. A thought to reflect around to think through, maybe they can show a different view to you. So, a proposal for all, is to both see and hear the person in front of you, no matter how small or tall. Leading to the poem itself, before the book is put on a shelf.

We all work hard through life, hopefully dancing even when fighting a strife, for a bright future is in front of us, or so we are told through life’s fuss. However much one plans for the future, today is a present, and yesterday is memory… Therefore, remember to pause and enjoy today; at least that’s what they say. Be here and now, while working for the future you always wanted for years to pass, simultaneously look behind to see just how far of a climb.

Bright future

A bright future seems brighter with time,

But it’s not until you look behind, that you see just how big of a climb, time after time.

Woman climbing a tree in a white dress

/ Love & Light, CG

My debut book “A Poetry Collection of The Broken and The Divine” is out for sale on Amazon (paperback), e-book coming soon, and here is the invite for the book launch event.

by Celine U. Gjersvik

Tiden: poetisk refleksjon om tidens helbredning

Although the English language is by far more descriptive and “alive” (in my opinion), my mother tongue is Norwegian – who would have guessed when my poetry collection book will be fully in English? Jokes aside (yeah you know 2022; global world, Internet, and SoMe), here is a short poem in Norwegian…

.. and I was going to say “don’t get used to it”, but you know – never say never. PS: see below for the translation in English, but please keep in mind rhyme does not necessarily translate that well.

TID (Norwegian)

Tid leger ingen sår,

Den bare tikker og går.

Skal livet smile,

Må du lære deg å deale.

.

TIME (English)

Time heals no wounds,

It just ticks and moves on.

If life is to smile,

You must learn how to deal in life with style.

/ Love & Light, CG