Odd, Is The Poet Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Odd, Is The Poet



Odd, is the poet

He was the odd boy in the family
in a town that doesn't rhyme with anything.
He wrote strange words in a notebook
the teacher told him to stop this nonsense
and learn that 2X2 makes four.
Declared he was a poet when eleven.
His mother was shocked at what happens
to my son is turning into a Nancy boy.
He came to England where people are so correct
mowing the front lawn every Saturday in
their Sunday best, their dream was to appear
middle- class.
He came to Portugal, rented a car came to
the village where people said halloo and how do you do
they have a song in their hearts.
When a Faddist sings she closes her eyes, it is like
she is dreaming of her song of love and sadness,
and that is ok because he is a dreamer too and hopes
his wife will understand his jokes.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Feldman 09 January 2019

Liked your poem very much! I have been mocked and misunderstood too. I lived in Spain and visited Portugal. Know the people and the Fado singers too Souls and sadness intermingle, I felt your poem, deep inside I also was a poet child And as I read, the very end Of your poem's pride I closed my eyes and cried.

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