She comes back to tell me she’s gone,
As if I didn’t know that…
As if I didn’t know my own bed,
As if I’d never noticed…

The way she brushed her hair from her forehead,
And she said losing love…
Is like a window in your heart,
everybody sees you’re blown apart.
Everybody sees the wind blow ,
and I see losing love…

It is like a window in your heart…
Everybody sees you’re blown apart,
Everybody feels the wind blow,

rage is what makes the wind blows.

And I may be obliged to defend.
Every love and every ending.
Or maybe there’s no obligations now.
Maybe I’ve a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland or the Heaven hidden here.

She was more than I,

like the sandcorn in your eye…

I just want to lay down and close my eyes…

Just for the moment to rest and let it apear for the very first time,

and let others decide if you are wrong or passed over the side.

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About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

3 thoughts on “She…

  1. amitapaul

    A poem that has a strong rhythm and melody of its own and is meant to be sung . The word “sandcorn “ was added to my vocabulary , thanks to this poem


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