As The Poems Go

As the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
leaving this will be easier than living
it, typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
little
and the worst,
far too much.

by Charles Bukowski

Comments (10)

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Perfect Haiku Mamta - the fall and rise of a flower
perfect haiko.. yeah very much sweetly done with meaningful way... love it dear mamta..100 +++
perfect haiko.. yeah very much sweetly done with meaningful way... love it dear mamta..100 +++
Pure enchantment. I love to think of those flowers smiling. Love, SandraX
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