Ontology: The Study of the Nature of Being

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I was born a city

A sprawling ghetto

Bursting with immigrants

The Old screaming at the New

The New screaming right back

In angry words learned

On loading docks

Or playgrounds 

 

I became a school

A spiraled notebook

Filled with lined paper

Upon which day by day others

Wrote the truth I had to recite

In obese words spelled

Out in dictionaries

Or encyclopedae

 

I became a ship

A full`rigged Clipper

Dependent on the Wind

With deep holds to haul spices

From the old world to the new

Unsalted sailors below

Untried Ahab ahelm

All seasick prone

 

I became a stone

A graveyard on a hill

Where weathered bones

Whistle to no one in the breeze

And rain washes away all names

‘Til nothing at all remains

Except for ashes to be

Scattered at sea

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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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4 Responses to Ontology: The Study of the Nature of Being

  1. what I wouldn’t give to have Anselm and Aquinas duke it out in my living room

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