Shining Moments

Helen Frankenthaler

Helen Frankenthaler

The poet’s gift
is not in her hand
clutching her pencil
nor her brain guiding
her colorful strokes
nor in her spirit so
moved to sing

The poet’s gift
is her observation
her eye with which
she sees now & again
beyond life’s reality
the painful beauty
that is life’s soul

The poet’s gift
is not publication
of her printed word
nor that others read it
Her gift is in the eye
of the reader who
sees as she sees

” . . . when I am only here and now and nowhere else —
then, and only 
then, do I see the crippling power of mind,
the curse of thought, 
and I pause and wonder why I so seldom
this shining moment in the now.” ~ David Budbill


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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