Dancing in the Dark

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She lived her life
in whispers unheard
by those who loved her
She who thought so much
in her over`processed mind
felt so much in a pad`locked heart
Her life wrapped as tightly
as a librarian’s hair`bun
We hadn’t a clue she
danced in the dark
by her lonesome 

“If you ask me what I came into this life to do,
I will tell you: I came to live out loud.” ~ Emile Zola

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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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9 Responses to Dancing in the Dark

  1. Morgan says:

    I relate to this, very well. Beautiful Peter!

    Like

  2. we often do not really know those we love…

    Liked by 1 person

  3. rivrvlogr says:

    And even when we know, we never really do.

    Liked by 1 person

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