I Carry You With Me

I carry you with me. 

I carry you in my heart. 

You are always present.

The Moon circles the Earth and the Earth circles the Sun.

Here is the secret everybody knows: 

I carry you with me. 

I carry you in my heart. 

You are loved beyond measure.

© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.

Dedicated to my daughter Elisabeth Marie.

Poem discussed with ChatGPT and CoPilot.

In conversation with e.e.cummings’ poem «I Carry Your Heart With Me».

Release

Nature turns

Green, yellow, red and brown

A release

To mulch

The river meanders

Life rhymes

Pink, green, grey and white 

A release

To rest

The river meanders 

© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.

Poem discussed with Gemini, Claude, CoPilot (two versions) and ChatGPT.

Bless my heart

Bless my heart, God, for you

Shimmer

That I may see

Your love to make me new.

I wander 

Open to you

Reason, a compass in me

along with my faith, both true

I love you

I don’t have all the answers

Sometimes I falter

Forgive me

Keep me in Your grace

Amen

© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.

In loving memory of my mother, Valbjørg Hoaas (1941-2007).

In conversation with John Donne’s «Batter my heart, three-person’d God».

Poem discussed with Gemini, Claude, CoPilot (two versions) and ChatGPT.

Purple Song

I am awake

I am awake to relations and action.

If you should meet me upon the 

street do ask me for

I can tell you my hopes 

for the journey I am on

and that is enough.

It matters whether tomorrow 

arrives. If there is 

only this day and after it is

night it will matter now.

I am awake. I am awake to relations

and action. In the heart of me

you will find it bursting with 

joy. Take it and spread it out

far. Let the wind have 

it and it will find its way home.

© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.

In conversation with Tennessee Williams’ «Blue Song». 

In debt to Walt Whitman.

Poem discussed with Gemini, Claude, CoPilot (two versions) and ChatGPT.

Something Good

In the midst of joy, I found I have smiles.

In the midst of laughter, I found myself bubbly.

In the midst of order, I found I have a plan.

I realized, through it all, that…

In the midst of summer, I found there was,

within me, an eternal spring.

And that makes me happy. For it says that 

when the world seems lovely to me,

within me there is something good, grace, 

wanting to pay it forward.

© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.

In conversation with Albert Camus’s «Within Me».

Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot (Two versions), OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.

Sonnet 116-ish

Maybe I shouldn’t disturb those who agree totally

Or maybe I should? Love is not love

If it changes when distracted,

Or goes with a player to play:

Oh, no! It is constant like the Northern Star

That looks on storms and is not afraid;

It is like a GPS to every car

Whose value is unknown, although its make is noted.

Love is not thrown away, when temptation

Comes along;

Love doesn’t change under pressure,

But stays loyal until the end of time.

If this is wrong,

I never wrote, and no one ever loved.

© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.

Poem discussed with Google Gemini, Anthropic Claude. Microsoft CoPilot (two versions) and OpenAI ChatGPT.

In conversation with William Shakespeare’s «Sonnet 116».

Devotion

A stream flows in the woods

Towards the river

Lined with stones 

A source 

A tree grows in the woods

Towards the sky

Lined with years 

A crossing 

An arrow points through the woods

Towards the Saint Olaf’s Way

Lined with markers

A direction

A stone placed in the stream

A heart carved in the tree

A walk on the path

An offering 

© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.

Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot (Two versions), OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.

Let this feeling be a lighthouse

Let this feeling be a lighthouse

and you the ray of light. As you shine,

the meaning becomes your strength.

Move back and forth into the night.

What is it like, such a sense of joy?

If the cup is empty, turn yourself to water.

In this starlit night,

be the Northern Star in the night sky,

the direction discovered there.

And if the world has started to see you,

say to the abundant earth: I am.

To the rushing river, speak: I flow.

(c) Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.

Poem discussed with Gemini, Claude, CoPilot (two versions) and ChatGPT.

In conversation with Rainer Maria Rilke’s «Let this darkness be a bell tower».