Days

There are days
that simply seem unhinged
Nothing here seems connected
nor does one thing flow into the other
Rather adjectives attach themselves to verbs
as files lose themselves in folds of books
never remembered as even opened
I find myself hugging doors
and pinching shadows

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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 Days

  1. SalvaVenia says:

    Letter struggling to evolve … :)

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  2. kiwiskan says:

    I love this – I sat here stringing adjectives with verbs :) – haven’t hugged any doors yet. Thanks for the smile

    Like

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