A Poet’s Words

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Jeanne Bessette     pinterest.com

A poet’s words 
have implications
or we should wonder
why it is we write them
Words tell what moves us
the wind the flower the face
of the homeless child who
reaches out with a smile
touches a tender spot
in our hard hearts
Will you love me?

Her words reveal
the poet’s passions
regardless the causes
be they the environment
the equity of human justice
or that deep hole that is self
eternally insatiably thirsty
passions that implore us
even for this moment
to lend our voices
I will love you!

“Poetry is a way of contemplating the world in an operational movement
of transforming experience into consciousness . . . Through poetry, the artist
attempts to mediate in the reality of worldly things.” Anna Maria Maiolino

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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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7 Responses to A Poet’s Words

  1. Morgan says:

    So lovely and so very true. Poetry is far far more than simply Rhyme and Meter. <3 Love this!

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  2. People often speak of art being a means of communication, but as you’ve pointed out here, art is about revelation, and often as not, the one benefiting most from the revelation is the artist himself.

    The explanation of poetry that you include at the end of your verse is, well, cumbersome. I prefer this, from Edwin Markham: “Poetry is the expression—under the light of the imagination—of the unfamiliar beauty of the world, the beauty that is the smile upon the face of truth. Poetry is the revelation of the strange in the familiar, of the eternal in the transitory. It is the impassioned cry of the heart in the presence of the wonder of life.”

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  3. I like the way you think, too

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