On Poets

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

We are
dancers in masks
fearless of ambiguity
in our anonymous
facades

We are
parabolists whose
amoral morality`plays
unmask emperors
naked

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

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

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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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One Response to On Poets

  1. keen vivisection of the creature

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