Poet Writer Albany NY
HARASSED BY SQUIRRELS
Cold December Morning
Too early to wake up I sip
Hot coffee mumbling as the
Local squirrels harass me
For more bird seed
With evil & angry
Stares
~ R.M. Engelhardt ©2022
Poet Writer Albany NY
Hard pressed to
Write a poem I
Remember the illusion
Of a moment.
Something about
A haiku.
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~ R.M. Engelhardt
“If death is like a sonnet then life would be a haiku. The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic with the last breath~ love, words fading and floating off into the abyss that is space whilst our everyday lives or days more important than normal become just a mere whisper in only a few short syllables through which we convey with our hearts the truth of the universe in a single moment briefly.”
~ R.M. Engelhardt
If death is like a sonnet then life would be a haiku. The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic with the last breath~ love, words fading and floating off into the abyss that is space whilst our everyday lives or days more important than normal become just a mere whisper in only a few short syllables through which we convey with our hearts the truth of the universe in a single moment briefly.
~ R.M. Engelhardt
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