Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Nachtraben - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Early morning on the farm.
You are still asleep.
I have been watching you
while making brekkie,
using re-cycled
paper dishes and
plastic forks.
As not to cut your dream.
Rooster wants to be heard,
our cows are restlessly talking.
Fog was made
for the mind.
Coffee's hot.
You open your eyes:
MY sun has just risen!
And - you'll be wearing
a nightie of eternity.

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  • (11/24/2004 10:52:00 PM)

    what great imagery and flow! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 14, 2004

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