The echoless
Fallow land the old homestead
is
Falling into disrepair
The last cow sent to the
knacker’s yard,
There are no calves.
No reminiscence, nor a photo
album
The silence speaks of nothing
Jan Oskar Hansen is a
published poet from Portugal.
Dear Jan,
ReplyDeleteSo nice to meet you through Whispers.
Your poem The Echoless causes me to think new thoughts about the role of silence in daily life.
Let's have more poems from your talented pen
Michael
Dear Jan,
ReplyDeleteEcholess--the silence is what lasts.
Thank you and welcome to Whispers.
Hi, Jan. Your well written poem brings out feelings of loneliness for the lost homestead and the cow. I like the couplets. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteJan,am able to feel every line in your wonderful poem,this scenario is vivid here in rural Minnesota, also, thank you for sharing, jim
ReplyDeleteyes, memories of the homesteads no longer in our family
ReplyDeleteThe loneliness, the silence, comes through loud and clear. Beautiful tribute.
ReplyDeleteThere is such a sadness in this poem Jan. It reminds me of when I visited my great grandparents homestead. It too was in disrepair and such a lonely sight of a home that had once known a lively family of eight children. I could still feel their presence in the emptiness. This is a beautiful poem. Aloha, Connie
ReplyDeleteNice poem, Jan. I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (wwww.tgbtgpublictions.com)