The Naked Mind

Vickie Turner

Vickie Turner

Was a time
when the sight
of a soaring eagle
moved a crippled heart
When the random glimpse
of a deer in the forest
made a pulse race
That was when
we had time

Our sunsets
then lay stacked
like starched shirts
in our dresser drawers
No sooner was one worn
the fresh one appeared
We expected no less
back then when
we had time

Now at dawn
we study stones
which have no wings
on which to sail the wind
or eyes to haunt our souls
Only the secrets of ages
we might have learnt
might have known
had we time

“Spirits and illusions have died
The naked mind lives in the beauty of inanimate things”
~ Robinson Jeffers


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 The Naked Mind

  1. my new favorite – loved every line but the middle stanza blows me away


  2. kiwiskan says:

    some hearts are still moved…


  3. Sunsets to shirts….whoever would believe that could work so perfectly…I am glad to be getting back on here to read work that I so adore, Peter. I hope you have been well. This work proves you are in perfect thought <3


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