Watering Strawberries

Hall Groat www.dailypainters.com

Hall Groat    dailypainters.com

I have a bed of strawberries
planted in a bed of too much shade
A happy lot by the look of the leaves
dotted as they are with white blossoms
But the happiest plant bears no fruit
sweetness is but born of suffering
Without heat we’re all barren

Stress is no friend of beauty
but without it there’ll be no glory
We may know a lot of fancy words
but never string them together in song
until from the bottom of some grave
we gasp for one last final breath
and thread the needle of life

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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 Watering Strawberries

  1. the ignominy mortal life

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  2. pjsisson says:

    Your poetry! Engages mind, heart, soul and spirit–a profound gift :-)

    Like

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