Paul Hartal


Sonnet To An Accidental Parcel - Poem by Paul Hartal

Aftermath has traveled far in a white box,
the encapsulated darkness condensed inside,
an error made somewhere in the boondocks,
now silent echoes resound, reverberate beside.

Life transcends plans, even an afforded stitch,
corrosive days, or sweet nights; it might deliver
a truckload of surprise, or a bizarre twitch
floating on the waters of its capricious river.

And I wonder if bees know life can be sweet.
Though when a queen dies in agony they moan,
sentimental insects weep in hexagonal suite.
Still, their scouts hurry home to report a nectar zone.

They dance inside the hive in a circular pattern
While some people enjoy tea with honey at a tavern.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

On a cold winter day the mailman delivered to the poet a box filled with poetry chapbooks of another poet, sent by the publisher by mistake to the address of this sonnet's author.

Comments about Sonnet To An Accidental Parcel by Paul Hartal

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2014


[Hata Bildir]