Puzzlers

The mind

is a crossword puzzle

No sooner do you think

of one across but one down

stares you defiantly in the face

And that’s but the beginning 

Start with a wrong word

and you’ll wind up

in a bind

 

Behind

the systematic pattern

the Puzzler has a theme

Some clever little mind-game

that ties all the answers together

Like the old Clark Gable films

no one can remember

except for Aunt

Rosalind

 

You’ll find

all the little words

Arne & Aare & angst

needed to tie Gables together

in some logical sequential order

A puzzle book may be helpful

But in the end you know

the classics or you don’t

So never mind

 

Sunday NY Times

puzzles we are Left

unfinished on the kitchen table

‘til Saturday morning’s

recycling grind

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to Puzzlers

  1. Morgan says:

    so very true :)

    Liked by 1 person

  2. SalvaVenia says:

    Aunt Rosalind knows the remedy. :)

    Like

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