Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

41. Camp Concerts 10/4/2011
42. Carnation Bridge With A Missed Conversation 11/10/2013
43. Carpet Bombing 3/14/2013
44. Cesarean Section 9/29/2011
45. Change 10/4/2011
46. Chitchat On Ice Cream And Love 1/26/2013
47. Colors Of Silence 10/3/2011
48. Crescent Fib 7/30/2012
49. Critics 2/18/2012
50. Dark Sky 9/30/2011
51. Death By Prescription 12/21/2013
52. Democracy Vs. Dictatorship 11/29/2013
53. Descartes' Despair 10/6/2011
54. Dove Of Peace 12/12/2012
55. Dreamer Fib 3/7/2015
56. Early June Girls 10/10/2011
57. Einsatzgruppe General 11/29/2014
58. Endangered Species: The Moon 7/5/2012
59. Every Man Remains An Island 1/19/2013
60. Fading Chlorophyll In Maple Leaves Of Autumn 10/10/2011
61. Farewell Of A Cottonwood 7/1/2012
62. Fate Hanged On A Hairbreadth 7/17/2012
63. Fear 9/29/2011
64. Fib With Accidental Rhyme 12/7/2012
65. Florida Vignette 5/4/2015
66. Flowers Of Horror 10/7/2011
67. For Eleanor H. Porter (1868-1920) 10/6/2011
68. For Miklós Radnóti 9/29/2011
69. For Paul Celan 2/17/2012
70. Four Quatrains On Bigotry 4/20/2015
71. Four Seasons 10/5/2011
72. Freedom In Love's Prison 11/26/2014
73. Friendship 10/6/2011
74. From Plane To Sphere 10/18/2011
75. From The Secret Life Of Tuesday 10/4/2011
76. Gnarled Syllogism 12/22/2014
77. God's Silence 10/5/2011
78. Grandma 10/3/2011
79. Guggenheim 3/27/2014
80. Haiku About Good Doctors 5/26/2015
Best Poem of Paul Hartal

Valium

She was not really sick, nor severely ill;
only taut, tense, tired, anxious and stressed.
But when she asked the doctor for help
he had swiftly prescribed her the pill:

from a sedative class category, valium
or diazepam, dissolving anxiety, attending
to her panic attacks, enabling her unbending,
relaxing at last her nerves and atrium.

But it did not take too long for her to get
addicted to the devious tranquilizer drug.
She lost her appetite, she felt dizzy and tight;
her anxiety back, she woke up shaking in sweat.

Primum non nocere, oh ...

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Obelisks

Let me remember old trails
Let me weep over lost loves
They are all the same love
But different

Let me remember old trails
Cherry trees along muddy roads
And ancient obelisks
They are now so different

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