Edgar. Three poems by R.M. Engelhardt

EDGAR

Whilst thou write a

“Happy Poem” today?

Edgar’s wife says

Smiling from her

Chair

Edgar’s eyes roll

Slightly shakes his

Head

Edgar is too serious

Edgar never slept

And somewhere

Off in the distance

A raven poops on

A child merrily

Skipping down a

Garden path

Singing

It is fit.

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EDGAR’S WIFE

After Edgar’s wife

Passed away they say

He grieved

So powerfully that

God above cried along

With him because his

Words were more than

God could

Even take

For

Edgar invoked

All of the world’s

Melancholy & sadness

Like an ocean of woe

Never before seen

With one single tear

And a pen

And the angels &

Even the demons wept

Knowing that his existence

Had now changed the earth

This world

Forever

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EDGAR SOMETIMES

Sometimes feels

Like he’s going insane

Broke without anyone

Left in this world keeps writing

And writing and writing but

Doesn’t Seem appreciated

By other writers except for

Baudelaire

Will all this madness

Sadness ever end!? Edgar  asks, looks

Up to the heavens and cries

But doesn’t realize that the poem

Is the writer and the writer the poem

That the poem on a dark stormy night

Is …. Himself

But Edgar sometimes surmises that his fate

Has already been decided and that old death

Is waiting for him in some dark alleyway

In a bad area of Baltimore . He feels it. He smells it .

Death, the conqueror of all.  Oh to be with her again,

Dancing under the blanket, the moon & stars

Sometimes Edgar feels

Like he’s going insane

Broke without anyone

Left in this world keeps writing

And writing and writing

Until

He is no more

And has disappeared.

Like a ghost

*All Poems By R.M. Engelhardt ©2022

All Poems From ” RAW” Poems 2023 by R.M. Engelhardt