Bruce Moore

Bruce Moore

The heart sings
melodies the ears
untuned as they are
cannot recognize

The rocks cannot
grow blue`berries
without a hand’s help
Some stones make
better road`ways

Other stones
are not silent at all
their grace not sweet
on one’s palate as
to one’s soul

All such stones
speak of the fracturing
mountain into sea
heart into hand

The hand feeds
the human appetite
Grace the human spirit
To the hungry heart
all stones shout

“The earth ~ ah, who knows her losses?
Only one who with nonetheless praising sound
would sing the heart, born into the whole.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke


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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3 Responses to Stone`Shouts

  1. and the very stones will cry out…


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