On Ambitions

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Wassily Kandinsky abluteau.wordpress.com

They ask for much
who seek for immortality
This dust does not keep well
susceptible as it is to every wind
Water that carved these canyons
is long fled to the open seas
All that remains in them
are hollow echoes

They ask for much
who pursue great destiny
Dreams die at break of day
vulnerable as they are to sunlight
Good fortune is a fickle mistress
a tin goddess in silver-plate
All empires fall with time
with them emperors

The river runs wide
that leads into this life
It’s wider still leading out
Neither fortune nor reputation
will keep the dying man afloat
The littler the human ego
the larger man’s soul

“God suffer little men the taste of soul’s desire.” ~ Arnaud Wendell Bontemps

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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 On Ambitions

  1. John says:

    The sweet taste of reality. Thanks, Peter.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. worthy of scriptural standing

    Liked by 1 person

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