The Poetry Of..
Jan Oskar Hansen...........................
The Long Road.
Winding mountain road, shingles and sand,
murky afternoon, the sky leaks ink soon it
will be night, the boy drives too fast, he's
hungry and wants to get home, later he's
meeting his girlfriend, Saturday and dance.
It was silly really, goat on the road, should
have seen it before, he braked too hard, car
skidded, lost control. The fall was long, took
an eternity, down a canyon, where a river
waited. The goat on the road forlorn baaed,
alone and lost from its flock
Senryu
Ink drips from sky
Obscuring mountains and lakes.
Moonless night.
The lone seagull
That flies low over a fiord
Is a timeless echo
The reluctant sailor
Sailing close to shore, distant stars are
lights from hamlets on hills,
a halo of longings where dreams are born,
and a silk shawl is drawn over misdeeds
Home is a house on a hill,
that's where my heart is, not here on
the changing sea, in a ship of company men;
dreams will not let me to be one of them.
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