On Keeping Time

Jean Bertholle pinterest.com

Jean Bertholle    pinterest.com

She lived her life
on the straight line
marked so incrementally
by measurable milestones
Said the markers helped
her feel her progress
birth to her death

He lived his life
tumbling thru spirals
of seasons after seasons
summer fall winter spring
His markers holy`days
recalling sacred`story
death to his birth

   Her epitaph: ‘I made it!’
   His epitaph: ‘I lived it!’

“In my beginning is my end . . .
In my end is my beginning.” ~ T.S. Eliot


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 On Keeping Time

  1. live it – the only way…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. with apology for the geriatric distraction – my mind got stuck remembering Howdy Doody and his Princess Summerfallwinterspring


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