Yesterday’s Storm

Bruno Varatojo

Bruno Varatojo

Yesterday’s storm
brings tomorrow’s tides
the future shaped as it is
by the past’s follies

Yet in the present
we insist we are uninhibited
as though the fabric of time
were not of one piece

The poisoned soil
can but grow deformed fruit
the imprisoned human spirit
the taker of hostages

History’s solutions
return to us with a vengeance
the children of refugee camps
will father terrorists

While we wonder
Why are they all so full of rage
these masses of violent hatred
now at our doors

   They do not remember
   Neither do they hope

“Wind from the moon,
abrupt shudder of trees
and a leaf drifting down, groping.
Through the in-between spaces
of feeble street lamps
the distance’s dark landscape forces its way
into the flickering city.” ~ 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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8 Responses to Yesterday’s Storm

  1. cheryl622014 says:

    They do not remember, nor do they hope – so so sad

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  2. I remain terrified of terror, regardless its father

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Cheryl Ruffing says:

    Is it really that they do not remember, or is it that they’ve been told a story that promotes an agenda? As far as history’s solutions go: if they do not take into consideration the dignity inherent to human beings because they are made in the image and likeness of God, they are bound to be no solutions at all.

    Thank you for the beautiful words, Peter, and the questions you’ve set me to pondering this morning. I first read your verse yesterday, but we owe poems, and their writers, the courtesy of more than one go-round.


    • Is it not in the stories we are told, whether in a Palestinian refugee camp or a Beverly Hills suburb, that our world view is formed and our attitudes toward entitlement or oppression are shaped? Our story`tellers always teach out of their own biases, be they victims or perpetrators . . . Thanks for thinking this through with me . . .

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      • Cheryl Ruffing says:

        Yes, it is in the stories we are told, which is why it is essential that education/growing up should include a seeking out of storytellers from many times, many places, many backgrounds.

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  4. I have been more than blessed by the conversations this morning. My thanks to your followers and to you.


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