Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Sonnet

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Sonnet. 
I touched upon a dream perfectly chorographic 
as a ballet troupe of sardines avoiding predators.
A dance where no one applauds and everyone 
is a loser, sad except for the mysterious beauty
 of shimmering silver in a bottle- green ocean. 

I touched upon a dream sparkling as fizzy wine
bobbles clung to cool glass disappearing with 
plop- a momentarily rush of happiness- murmour 
of voices; then the wine was still, yet for a second
the of mysterious wonder is remembered.  

I touched upon a dream cold as a winter forest,
blue, frosty mist wrapped around trees; layers 
of snow on the lake of recollection, but one day
a mysterious flash; and all will be remembered.

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Kathryn Collins May 30, 2012 at 7:01 AM Hi Jan - So often you surprise me with your quick turn of wit and unlikely words to draw my mind to what is behind them. This, my dear, holds soft awakenings turned back to a peaceful sleep of the ages. It is beautiful. love, Kathy Jan Oskar Hansen May 30, 2012 at 7:30 AM thanks kathy you read the poem well