The Leaves of Time

Hrach Avagyan

Hrach Avagyan

The leaves of time
like some divine accordion
stretch now & then to reveal
the mystery of life’s valleys
Places left unseen

where each of us
stands without credential
No credit to our name Neither
reference to speak good
of our performance

Sacred moments
these are when rising naked
from the bath we’re face to face
with how small we are How
light our souls

The leaves of time
soon collapse again
upon themselves to show only
polished peaks of pride
All the music silent


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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7 Responses to The Leaves of Time

  1. SalvaVenia says:

    Yes, if conscience is lost, that would be the meagre outlook …


  2. “There is nothing insignificant in the world. It all depends on the point of view.” – Goethe


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