With Open Hands

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Dali Salvador     aliexpress.com

I hold a jewel 
within my tight fist
locked away as in a safe
the combination to which
got lost within the wild`fire
that cataclysm called retirement
when suddenly the man who
I spent my life trying to be
went up in bright flames
Naked I stand alone
empty handed

“One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all,
shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time . . . 
you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you.”
~ Annie Dillard


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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6 Responses to With Open Hands

  1. an anthem for our generation

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  2. Morgan says:

    So true! Powerful words Peter.

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  3. as we all will do. And that is a poignant image…

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  4. Susanne says:

    Hmmm. Trying to work out whether you like or don’t like being retired? I would give my eye teeth (not even sure what eye teeth are) to be able to stay home and write every day.


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