Sentimental Poetry edited by Anthony Watkins
Cakes and babies
It is my misfortune to have family in Norway
who loves cakes and a massive amount of meat,
and they are all corpulent, that is, in Scandinavia
you have to be grossly fat before anyone notices.
They also fill my pages with babies, their own or
someone else’s and the toots are chubby and in
time get diabetes if not some heart ailments.
I don`t really care got my own struggle to keep slim,
and since we are from farmer stock , it shows.
Jan Oscar Hansen
Aroma of hazelnuts, boiling water blending
Black granules, Splenda and two tablespoons
Cocoa, caffeine my solace after waking before
Dawn. I stir slowly and inhale, almost hypnotic,
Energy of the circling spoon I feel in my body.
Fragments of dreams I try remembering, the
Glimpsed given hefts and rhythms, pages
Hosting my insights of the mind’s sleep behaviors.
I’ve been picturing dreams like a predawn ritual,
Jotting, sipping every now and then. I’ve been
Keeping descriptions of dreamscapes, and
Lines seem sharper with bitterness touching
My tongue, heat in my stomach soothing.
Noesis is a blooming violet to the next cup,
Online with the day’s news like watching
Passages of sunrise, lights from my iPad
Quaint as shifting hues of blue filling my
Room as curtains slowly glow white.
Solitude wears many shades. I look for
The human drama in the news, for the
Understated in human interest stories.
Vision becomes acute with caffeine.
Wonder like a gleam from the third cup. I
Experience the vicarious moment, feel the
Yearn like the sun that has lighted the sky,
Zests of knowing I share everyone’s story