jan oskar hansen Poems

The Thing

In my home town they were closing down
the old library, going digital, giving away
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If They Could Talk.

The walls in the bedroom were once creamy
reflecting the former occupants middle class
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Senryu

October’s dawn
Sorrowful as a bedroom
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The Sea

Silent sea dark and deep, on your surface I skimmed
for years, feared you too sleepless nights, mountainous
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Flag Days

In the village people are not keen of waving their
national flag about (Portuguese) it’s regarded as
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Sea-shell tells of hard life’s ocean
calming when reaching Nirvana’s
pristine strand.
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We are yellow straws
sigh in an Indian summer
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Night waits for me to come, walk in its
deep shadow, to admire the way it
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Driving home from the cinema I saw
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The Acting Profession


The scene was set I was to walk into the lobby
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