On Endings and Beginnings

Lorette C. Luzajic artnectar.com

Lorette C. Luzajic     artnectar.com

Yesterday is the Was
Today is the Here & Now
Tomorrow is the What is to Be
Or so at least I was taught
in my linear education

But were they wrong
the teachers who told me
the closest distance `tween two
points is the straight`line
Up is up Down down

Life is not geometry
Like the eagle we move
thu time in giant loops & circles
We board a plane for NY
Find ourselves in LA

All because of a man
we met in a bar with an idea
that suddenly clicked in our mind
and with the click one chapter
ended Another began

Against wind & current
we sail the course we’ve charted
only to find we have miscalculated
Providence may have other plans
We can’t control destiny

“What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning . . . 
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action

Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea’s throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.” ~ T.S. Eliot

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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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8 Responses to On Endings and Beginnings

  1. glad it all worked out

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  2. alas, ours is so much effort for so little purpose

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  3. You have written about a topic I often ponder. I love reading other perspectives. It reminded me a little of a Jane Hirshfield poem:
    “Everything has two endings-
    a horse, a piece of string, a phone call.

    Before a life, air.
    And after.

    As silence is not silence, but a limit of hearing.”
    ― Jane Hirshfield, Come, Thief: Poems

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