Ontology

Tamara Skubovius www.esln.ca

Tamara Skubovius     www.esln.ca

I did not see the sunset
nor can I recall the moon
hanging like a silver platter
in a black sky at midnight
I did not see the sunrise

I did not smell the fresh
mown grass upon the lawn
nor the kelp along the shore
washed in by the high tide
I did not smell the earth

I did not taste the straw
within the small wild berry
nor the salty droplet of dew
above the lips I just kissed
I did not taste the blood

I did not know the truth
that life is not self-giving
since love requires sensing
til I was too old for loving
I did not know of being

“A poem should not mean but be.”
~ Archibald MacLeish

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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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4 Responses to Ontology

  1. not at all metaphysical – just superb

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Maureen says:

    beautiful. By the way Peter, WordPress managed to hiccup and trash your comment on my post ‘Northern Wairoa River’. Every so often I hit a wrong button and it goes mad!! Sorry

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