R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

Category: Poetry

  • ETC ETC ETC In thy breaking heart, obscured, Silent whereas no one Gives a “shit.”  Whereas a single voice or one still moment in its measure linger, This message, “unrecieved.” Where no amount of time, wine-roses or memories can heal. As human falls, fails broken, out of reason. Long letters written, months recorded days, photographs and…

  •   and the eye must burn again and again through each of its lost moments until it sees ~ W.S. Merwin  

  • Formless spiritual. Father, Word and Holy Breath.

  •     Arm yourself with pens and imagination, the paper is the empty space between the silence and the void. Fill it with words and ideas of grand thoughts and designs, unseen moments glimpsed out of secret corners.   ~ R.M.

  •     A WANDERER is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time; Brimming with wonder and joy He spreads out his arms to the light, Rivets his gaze on the banks of the stream. As what he sees is, so have his thoughts been.…

  • “A smoke, a book, a cup of coffee. 

“ These are the little things that get us through this sometimes weary world and all the rainy days.””   ~  R.M. Engelhardt