On Poetry

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Beyond the form
beyond the words
there lies the image
Ambiguous words
Forgettable form

But images last
indelible etchings
on a mind’s mirror
Any close breath
will reveal them

Love grows deaf
passions impotent
eyes beauty`blind
When lips babble
the image recalls

The smooth stones
I have given in time
now pocket polished
remind you forever
wherever I may be

” . . . the two of them
laughing in a way we’d never heard,
a laughter that must have brought them
back to the beginning.” ~ George Bilgere

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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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6 Responses to On Poetry

  1. cheryl622014 says:

    Love the idea in the second stanza, indelible etchings/on a mind’s mirror/any close breath/will reveal them – I love poetry! Who needs magic!

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  2. rivrvlogr says:

    Poems shared, given, as analogous to collected stones polished over time by the familiarity of association… how fitting.

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  3. Maureen says:

    what we strive to find

    Liked by 1 person

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