jan oskar hansen

A Poet's Morning - Poem by jan oskar hansen

I like to sleep late, almost till eight, my skeptical
duvet doesn’t like to blow its cover, so I pass
my time making up anagrams of famous names,
only I can’t spell and end up with words that make
no sense; I have tried for years to be a novelist but
after a page of reluctant words, I end up going back
to bed. It is said gorillas are bright because they are
able to fold a few leaves together and make a bed,
big deal, the sparrows on my roof make intricate
nests of feather, tiny twigs and digested worms,
and they get babies that try to push each other out;
nature is murder, mayhem and desperate survival.
So perhaps we should be more understanding; when
a flaming bush sets fire to a forest.

Comments about A Poet's Morning by jan oskar hansen

  • Sarwar Chowdhury (7/20/2008 1:44:00 PM)

    Here words emitting deep phenomena...the inner truth of reality.
    Flow of verses are fine!
    I liked it

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  • (7/20/2008 1:36:00 PM)

    This is so vivid...all the pictures are built to be real and they are more than just real.the human knowledge, the gorrilas, the sparrows, the digested warms..nature surely is a murderer...a tranquilising one...here you have painted some perfect pictures..the ability to endeavour the contrast and flow is marvellous...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 2, 2011

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