On Greeting Cards

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                     Sadao Watanabe                     bowdencollections.com

Greeting cards
   stand stacked
   atop my desk
awaiting notes

   I can’t think
   what to say
in greetings

All language
   turns tinsel
   in the dark
Advent night

of a season

Still the card
   with the Pair
   A Holy Child
in a manger
      It is enough!

“The little wheels of [our] invention are set in motion
by the damp hand of melancholy.” ~ James Thurber


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 Greeting Cards

  1. bwcarey says:

    nice sentiments, amen

    Liked by 1 person

  2. He is beyond sentiment

    Liked by 1 person

  3. they are stacked on my desk as well – struggling to get them out

    Liked by 1 person

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