The Conflict Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Conflict



Suddenly it rained followed by a fierce wind
the wind was angry because it had wanted
to blow first, sort of direct the inundation.
Rain came into the room shutters slammed
forcefully but wind blew the rain vertically…
too late, I thought as floor was already wet.
It was a mess this muscular disagreement.
The sun came out, hushed both, but dark
clouds from the west wanted an argument
too about who was the mightiest of them all.
Spring is a difficult time it can´t make up its
mind so many conflicting interests, desist or
go to war. Sun says no, rain drips on the fence
but the desert storm wants to prove a point.

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