On Poets

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Poets are
the tellers of tales
by means of imagery
our sparse words

We are
dancers in masks
fearless of ambiguity
in our anonymous

We are
parabolists whose
amoral morality`plays
unmask emperors

Poets are
the word sculptors
of sirens gone unseen
of unfaded scented

“Truth is for tailors and shoemakers . . . I, on the contrary, have
always held that the Lord has a penchant for masquerades.”
~ Isak Dinesen


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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One Response to On Poets

  1. keen vivisection of the creature

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