Embers
We grow into ourselves
Alongside others
Grate our rough sides
Smoother
We find our own path
Away from the crowd
Hone our good sides
Truer
In the flames
We melt
In the ashes
We build
And rebuild
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Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
A dog named Lucky Star
We sailed around the island
One Midsummer Night
Celebrating, we believe
St. John’s Eve
We let anchor on the inlet
Familiar to us
Welcomed in a merry mode
By Gawain’s Secret Code
On that Midsummer night
A companionship began
Offered under constellations far
A dog named Lucky Star
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
Orion
Stung
A consequence
Of the Earth
Signifying
Karma
Made
A fixed point
In the night sky
Signifying
Loss
Still
A compass
In the night sky
Signifying
Home
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
Ready Player
When looking upon the stars above
I wonder
What if
When everything started
It was us
Deciding to enter
To play
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
I am the wanderer
I am the wanderer
who follows echoes.
And see the Elderberry tree
with its abundant flowering.
And see the red robin
who is a welcome guest in the garden.
Also I see the sun and the sea and the earth
and the rainbow between them.
Yes, I see all these magnificent things.
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
In dialogue with Mary Oliver’s “I Am Not the River”.
While I am here, my dearest
While I am here, my dearest,
Play no sad songs for me.
Plant kisses on my cheeks,
And harvest the apple and cherry trees;
Walk in the green grass with me
and taste the wild strawberries and plums;
And if you will, enjoy
And if you won’t, don’t.
I will see the shadows,
I will feel the rain,
I will hear the night owl,
Over and over again.
And dreaming through the sunrise,
That is not really a surprise.
Happily I will remember,
And maybe I will not.
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
In reply to Christina Rossetti.
To Hold
To hold
the light
is what I want
to receive the rain,
a part of this land
to be a stream into a river growing
and to carry the fallen leaves
and the grey silt,
down to where the river meets the sea
into finite comfort
and the land here, full of trust
still keep and witness
the fellow need
the way the river is always new
taking part in the healing
after the journey
which is our life.
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
In dialogue with Linda Hogan’s «To be Held».
Vespers
The river is home to fish.
The water flows towards the sea.
The birds sing for those willing to listen.
The tear can come from beauty revealed.
The idea you carry can become a poem.
The boot can let you walk further.
The photograph depends on someone taking it.
I want to see how the sun meets the water.
I want to hear how water flows around rocks with moss.
I want to pick up a pebble on the riverbed. Not because it is spectacular, but because it ties me too, to the river.
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
In conversation with Naomi Shihab Nye’s «Famous».
Twilight
Twilight means the Earth turns
Away from the sun
Letting heavenly bodies
Shine for us
Twilight means night on Earth
Merging sea and sky
Letting creatures big and small
Know rest is near
Twilight means a certain phase
Away from youth
Letting spirits old with age
Prepare to fly
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
When You Are Young
When you are young and green and full of wonder,
And gazing at the road ahead, bring the Book,
And remember the fierce look,
You have, when your eyes seek yonder;
How many will love your moments of true grace,
And love your beauty with love false or true,
But one soul will love the pilgrim in you,
And love the joy in your smiling face;
And reaching for horizons blue,
Murmur, a little prayer, how Love is,
And blow the mountains a kiss,
And trust that the river will follow you through.
© Helene Møller 2026. All rights reserved.
Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.
In reply to William Butler Yeats.
