No Return Poem by jan oskar hansen
No Return
Sea-shell tells of hard life’s ocean
calming when reaching Nirvana’s
pristine strand.
Nuns in a rowing boat smile, terns
float on silent air, no tempest can
reach this shore.
Sun is bland, leave passion behind
when wading ashore, here where
no one whispers of hidden delight
Scintillating sun upon sea, music
reaches my ears…too late now,
god sits on a stone… motionless.
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4/26/2024 6:23:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The imagery is precise and the scenery cogent. Life ashore! Great poem. Rgds, Ivan