Oskar Hansen


The First Flower - Poem by Oskar Hansen

The first Flower

The first winter after a long war was cold
but today the snow was slushy the beginning of spring
It was a poor street house had not been
painted for years, not much food and the ice was
reluctant to let go of its pale grip.
It was then I saw it along a wall of flaking cement
a small solitary, yellow flower the colour so bright
it blinded me it was like I had a moment of clarity
I understood and saw it all.

Topic(s) of this poem: story


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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 19, 2017



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