Haunted by Fragments

Kurt Schwitters culture24.org.uk

Kurt Schwitters     culture24.org.uk

there is a song
somewhere inside me
in search of its own voice
I am haunted by fragments
the notes floating like leaves
falling from November trees
in search of cogent melody
the words like tiny birds
swarming corn fields
plowed under
for winter

I capture them
butterflies in a net
to take home and press
between the pages of a book
no one will open until I’ve died
when they will fall out like dust
to drift around in the silence
like floaters in the eye
of some daydreamer
who’s also haunted
by fragments

“Poetry can keep life itself alive. You can endure
almost anything as long as you can sing about it.” ~ James Wright


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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10 Responses to Haunted by Fragments

  1. thefeatheredsleep says:

    Loved this


  2. I am ever thankful your pressed pages have migrated to WordPress

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Perfect title. Stunning imagery!
    Your poetry always leaves an impression.


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