The year.

I see the spring rain on my windowpane, can almost feel the cold out there.
Drops like tears on my cheek,
swept away and dried by the cold wind.
I leave temptations,
I do not want them at all.
Inside, I’m so alone,
outwardly I seem so fine.

I hear the summer rain on the window,
even the night feels lonely like the owl’s spout.
Drops like little gems on my cheek,
condensed by the sight that blinded me.
I leave it all alone
have only wounds to lick.
Inside I hid the key,
outwardly the pillar fell.

I see the autumn rain on my windowpane,
even now I think you’re out there.
Drops like tears on my cheek,
dressed in the hazy winds of November.
I know a year is a long time,
a year is nothing at all.
Inside, the heart has become cold,
outwardly, nothing held.

I see the winter rain on my windowpane,
freezing drops let flowers bloom so beautifully and dress it all in white out there.
Drops like crystals on my cheek,
colored by the cold winds of winter.
I pretend like nothing,
it run in the same ring.
Inside, the heart has become cold,
outwardly there was not a word that held.

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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 “The year.

  1. amitapaul

    A lovely lyric with a repetitive recurrence of melancholic patterns .
    Drops like tears
    Drops like little gems
    Drops like crystals
    The poem calls out to be sung


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