All These Words

Vincent van Gogh

Vincent van Gogh

Standing at evening by the railing
daylight failing as a tide’s ebbing
lights across the water brightening
sparkling on the horizon darkening
forever beckoning never belonging

When our living is all this laboring
loving can’t be more than dreaming
sun’s setting an aperitif to sleeping
rushing strangers’ fingers brushing
slipping away into death’s waiting


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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2 Responses to All These Words

  1. kiwiskan says:

    the darker the night, the brighter the stars…

    Liked by 1 person

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