New Words

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I look for new words
but I cannot find them
hiding as they are today
in the delicately folded
blossoms of a cherry

And in the splendid
bowls of the red tulips
which dusk folds inward
on themselves at night
reopening with dawn

And in the dark soil
under which new seeds
open tiny eyes in the dark
in search of the sunlight
reborn of the winter

And in the humming
of the resurrected bees
already tipsy with nectar
stumble bumbling from
blossom to blossom

I look for new words
to tell of an Easter world
unwrapping itself just out`
side your shuttered eyes
but I cannot find them

“To love existence
is to love what is indifferent to you . . .” ~ Frank Bidart

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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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3 Responses to New Words

  1. you found them, nonetheless

    Like

  2. kiwiskan says:

    but I think you did…

    Liked by 1 person

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