On What Is Real

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Wassily Kandinsky artdiscovery.info

I like walking down`hill
with the wind at my back
on the old country roads
without any annoying traffic
or ghastly truck exhaust
with larks on fence`posts
singing Is that really you?
Is that really you?
Instead
my path leads me up`hill
into the gale`force winds
on pot`hole riddled streets
of burnt`out carcasses of cars
burnt`out bodies of people
asleep on cardboard mats
snoring Is this really all?
Is this really all?

“A test of what is real is that it is hard & rough . . . 
Joys are found in it, not pleasure. 
What is pleasant belongs to dreams.” ~ Simone Weil

 

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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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7 Responses to On What Is Real

  1. your poetry, as ever, stimulates the mind

    Liked by 1 person

  2. John says:

    Excellent, Peter and well-chosen epigram, Simone Weil, ever quotable!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. rivrvlogr says:

    The first first scenario should be preferred, but it would be a tragedy to become blind and deaf to the latter.

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  4. telling – but there’s something to be said for the wind in your face

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