Paul Hartal


The Searcher - Poem by Paul Hartal

He rode on bus to the Andes
Villagers burnt tyres at the road
They brandished menacing axes
Fear made the pavement corrode.

He sailed the rivers of the Congo
Dreaming about his tender lady’s heart
She played Schubert on the piano
Yet Babylon waited with a dart.

He walked the streets of Moscow
Burning with desire for her embrace
Fiery lava streaming from a volcano
But his lady vanished without trace.

Trouble found him in the port of Rio
Exhausted he was but tried to relax
Times were better in Ontario
The beer foamier in Halifax.

He walked the streets of New York
Dreaming about his lover’s embrace
He bought a bottle of wine to uncork
But his lady vanished without trace.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 4, 2011



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