Myth and Truth

Harriet Powers

Harriet Powers

our histories
lie short stories
Within the stories
hide our myths & truths
warp`woof woven
so tight so as never
to be unraveled

The sounds
of our sad songs
tumble like echoes
Poems of the ancients
set to the music of ghosts
yet rehearsed & given
trembling voiced
in our recital
of life

On stage
who can know
where Mörike ends
or where Mahler begins
Who can separate either’s
voice in the performance
from the performer’s
who turns art
into song


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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3 Responses to Myth and Truth

  1. Morgan says:

    Love this Peter :) Many Bountiful Blessings of Love and Hope, Peace and Joy fill your day, whether you celebrate the holiday or are simply Thankful.


  2. Stunning, Peter…perfect end to ponder.


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