Young Poets

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     For Jesse Rose

She was lamenting
the continuing aging
of poet Wendell Berry
grieving the triviality
of all young poetry

The natural poet
with a still`life eye
masters her metaphors
the literary barista
of espresso stands

Adolescent hedonists
lose their prepositions
in mangling obscenities
hoping to sift creation
out of inexperience

The digital pace
at which youth lives
texting its love letters
posting a naked soul
on every web`site

Suffering only from self
in seeking some identity
disdaining a connectivity
of wind & fire sea & soil
the nascent spirituality

At noon the farmer
leaves his tobacco field
to climb up to the clearing
where in the tree shade
he weighs the mystery

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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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5 Responses to Young Poets

  1. ebbtide says:

    brilliant write!

    Like

  2. can’t help but love anything with coffee and tobacco

    Like

  3. John says:

    And all we have to do for proof is read our own adolescent rhymes reaching, searching for why we still write.

    Liked by 1 person

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