Skirmish Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Skirmish



Skirmish

It turns so fast
from happiness to sadness,
yesterday
was a warm spring day,
then without warning
Cold.
Winter beddings
packed away
we fought
over a blanket
I lost
she is blaming illness.
Today is miserable
a clumsy time
doesn`t know whether
to cry or shine.
No internet
that`s a bloody shame.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success