Time & Freedom

Time is elastic

The moment ago

Stretching into one yet to be

The known into the unknown

Yet unknown kin of the known

Free men think the future free

Open to unlimited possibility

But freedom is as

Elastic as time 

 

September fruit

Hangs on April’s tree

Sweetness present in the bud

Blight foretold by the dark root

Industrious husbandry may seek

To make the apple into a pear

Say the Braeburn into a Bosc

To what possible end?

Nature is elastic

 

Future mysteries

Lie buried in the past

The memory a treasure chest

For dreamers longing to know

How ends of stories will appear

See here the child at the grave

So silent without even a tear

Laying the white rose

On her own tomb

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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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5 Responses to Time & Freedom

  1. the ending fairly slaps you

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  2. love it! wonderful perspective.

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