3 poems by Karolin Frick

Karolin Frick

I can taste the sweetness of life
Just like the scent of the blooming lilac bushes
decorating the sides of the roads

I feel the warmth from within,
Evoked by the generosity and kindness of people 
Just like the Oslo sun touching my skin after a long, cold winter

I now hear the beauty of the world singing in my ears, 
Brought to me by the river flowing downstream while swirling around rocks, 
By the life-giving rain after a long period of drought, 
and by the melody chirped by the numerous birds of my neighbourhood

I can feel life running through my veins
While the ice-cold waters of the fjord run around my skin, 
Rejuvenating my body and my soul
Washing off what yearns to be left behind

I feel grounded
While the mud and dirt of the soft forest soil squeezes through the gaps of my toes
Deeply rooted by the earthy smell when rain and soil unite
Lulling me in a cloud of herbal flavours

I can feel the joy arising in my chest
Like the sincere laughing of a child 
While I feel the music beating to the rhythm of my heart
My whole body is in movement,
my feet carrying me through the lyrics of life

I feel the lightness brought by the breeze of the spring
Sweeping through the fresh leaves of the linden trees
Having helped to spread the gifts of the blossom
Now covering the sidewalk as a golden carpet


Never has my soul been so deeply touched by someone’s presence before
Moved steadily and calmly
Like the tides of the ocean
Through the mere existence of the moon

Your words inscribed on my heart,
So that no bloodstream could ever wash them off
Your voice still singing in my ears like poetry
That no outside noise could drown them in their disturbance

Your sincere love left marks on my skin 
Like the yearly rings in the bark of the trees
Grown by the nutritious soil of the forest ground
Now part of every cell of my body
Like the leaves filled with chlorophyll 
Nurtured by the sun of your soul

Moved by the ripples you sent out
On the endless waters of my mind
I slowly float towards my inner horizon 
To explore the depth of my existence


Restlessly moving from side to side
I don’t even know, what do I feel inside?
Empty yet there is so much
Void, heaviness and emotions as such
Filling it with distractions
Still empty, no energy for action

My heart is aching
Bodily shaking
My chest is heavy, it’s hard to breathe
A layer of grief just underneath 

My face covered in tears
My eyes burning in vain
Crying out my fears
A river of pain
Released without shame

I wanted to be strong
Wanted to be there all along
But maybe I was wrong
The raw emotions are what we need
That’s the truth we really seek

So, heaviness is turning into a feather
Blown away by wind and weather
Grieving, crying and screaming
this is the power of healing

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Karolin Frick is a 25-year-old writer who was born and raised in Austria, but as soon as she finished high-school she went abroad to travel, work and live in different parts of the world. With a background in Social Anthropology, she’s curious about humans and their behaviour – especially herself. With her inquisitiveness and passion for growth on her never-ending quest to get to know herself, she rediscovered writing when she resided in Norway. She loves to explore all humanness as nature and therefore interweaves her internal world with a vocabulary of nature-metaphors. Karolin is currently working on her first poetry book “metamorphosis”. Feel free to connect with her over instagram: @karos_lines

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Published by darcie friesen hossack

Darcie Friesen Hossack is a graduate of the Humber School for Writers. Her short story collection, Mennonites Don’t Dance, was a runner-up for the Danuta Gleed Award, shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers Prize and the Ontario Library Association's Forest of Reading Evergreen Award for Adult Fiction. Citing irreverence, the book was banned by the LaCrete Public Library in Northern Alberta. Having mentored with Giller finalists Sandra Birdsell (The Russlander) and Gail Anderson Dargatz (Spawning Grounds, The Cure for Death by Lightening), Darcie's first novel, Stillwater, will be released in the spring of 2023. Darcie is also a four time judge of the Whistler Independent Book Awards, and a career food writer. She lives in Northern Alberta, Canada, with her husband, international award-winning chef, Dean Hossack.

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