jan oskar hansen


The Mind's Landscape - Poem by jan oskar hansen

Collector of dry roses, that’s what you are,
in the mirror of tricks, your smile is of derision.
Seeker of the barren land where black goats
eat thorny roses.

Laughed they did when slewed the soil refused
to drink their life… a pool of darkening ruby
on yellow straws and angry glares of troll’s
blue eye.

Dweller, go back into your cave, contorted
you’re in the mirror of life, rimfrost on green grass
you’re breath’s an angst ridden screams of fear
as life passes you by.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011


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