Gathering light
November brings longer nights
The cold is advancing
In waves
Here one day
And gone the next
When we have a cold spell
The frost lays a blanket
On Earth
Illuminating
Everything
It is like Christmas
Is tip-toeing
Gathering frost
Moving us to light candles
And decorate our houses
For December
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with CoPilot, ChatGPT, Claude and Gemini.
Glamour
I wonder why
Some have
A hunger
To be rich and famous
In the sense of
Drowning
In money and applause
I wonder if
Finding yourself
In glamour
Might be like
Surfacing from a dive
To find a veil of ice
Blocking you
From the sun
Maybe the trick
Is to know
When to pause
To see if you are skating
On thin ice
And find
Your way
Towards yourself
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with ChatGPT, Claude, CoPilot and Gemini.
Woodland Walk
I walk alone in the woodlands
All year
Birds sing there
During the day
When you listen
The moment lasts
I choose three things
To carry out of the woods
One for my hand, one for a wreath and one for my heart
A stone from the path
A cone from a fir
A feather left behind by a bird
I might choose other things
Another day
Depending on what the path
Showed me
Walking in the woods
Fills me with joy
It is the World to me
Every day
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
In conversation with Agnes Falconer’s «Wishing Wood».
Poem discussed with CoPilot, Claude, Gemini and ChatGPT.
November light
The days are shorter
The sun set low
And you have time
To wake up
Along with the day
It might be grey
The light may be soft
Expectation filling the room
You are not alone
When you get up
You might notice you are keeping
Your mind agile
To meet the demands of the day
It is thriving
In a period of grace
And preparation
You read poetry and fairytales
Like a hug from
Someone
Similarly inclined
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot (Two versions), OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
In conversation with Franz Wright’s «Beginning of November».
The Beginning of Poetry
A poet will start writing when an urge to do so emerges. It might not be planned. They might not have an audience in mind. What the poet will write about depends on their perception and feelings. It depends on how they see the world. Should a topic be off limits? Because someone else has written about it before? The sun and the moon, the trees and flowers, children and dogs? No? We have a final answer now? A canon? What might remain for new voices I wonder: Where can I check if my topic is exhausted? No, I want to hear more about exactly this: How you see the world. How it reveals itself to you. What questions you have and if you think differently about age-old topics. I might learn something new. I might discover again what I thought I knew, but maybe don’t. I am asking you to write what is on your mind, so I might see it too.
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
In conversation with Ada Limón’s «The End of Poetry».
Poem discussed with CoPilot, ChatGPT, Claude and Gemini.
Cobalt blue
Loving him was like driving in circles
Wind blowing in my hair, going nowhere
Loving him was like trying to decide
What to do while doing it
Foam on the sea, dissolving
Losing him was green, though I didn’t know it yet
Missing him was blue
Leaving him was like understanding
That way leads on to way
Loving him was blue
Touching him was like tracing paths
That had been travelled before
Memorizing him was like naming
What wasn’t yours to say
Fighting with him was like chasing shadows
It came to naught
Regretting him was like wishing you didn’t know
I told you so
Losing him was green, though I didn’t know it yet
Missing him was blue
Leaving him was like understanding
That way leads on to way
Because loving him was blue
Remembering him when certain songs play
On the radio
Moving on was possible
A long time ago
Swimming
There were clues
Losing him was green, though I didn’t know it yet
Missing him was blue
Leaving him was like understanding
That way leads on to way
Because loving him was blue
Cobalt blue
And that’s why he was on my mind
Not my best find
His love was like driving around in circles
Going nowhere
But it made all the difference
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved
In conversation with Taylor Swift’s «Red» and Robert Frost’s «The Road Not Taken».
Text discussed with CoPilot, ChatGPT, Claude and Gemini.
Paradise on Earth
Wandering on widening paths
The salmon can hear the river
Things come together; the centre can hold;
Trust is present in the world
Confluence exists
The best lead, while the worst
Are held accountable
Revelation is everywhere;
Paradise on Earth is here and now
Paradise on Earth! It conjures
An image
Recognized; somewhere in the woodlands
A shape of a man and a woman
A look of love
Finding its way across
Rays of light piercing the trees
The sun rises, and I understand
That twenty-one centuries ago
An infant was sung to sleep by a manger
And the soft of heart remembers,
The star leading the way to Bethlehem.
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
In conversation with William Butler Yeats’ «The Second Coming».
Poem discussed with CoPilot, ChatGPT, Claude and Gemini.
When You Are Young
When you are young and full of wonder
And gazing at the road ahead
Remember
To seek yonder
Many will love your moments of grace
And love your beauty
But one
Will love the joy in your smiling face
And reaching for horizons true
Murmur a little prayer
Trust
That love will see you through
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
In conversation with William Butler Yeats’ poem «When You Are Old».
Poem discussed with Copilot, ChatGPT and Gemini.
Double Helix
Walking along the river
Seeing my reflection
Stepping up, but
Descending
Walking across the bridge
Recognising the design
Stepping down, but
Ascending
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with CoPilot and ChatGPT.
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».
