Sailor Come!

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Pablo Picasso   wiki.cultured.com

If the breeze
blowing up scent
of the sea from Sound
is perfectly right
you can hear

off the water
the distant sound
of the Sirens singing
Come join us here!
Sailor Come!

A young man
can hear the song
til one day he’s gone
Old men hear it
bench`bound

All the others
hear is the sound
of the surf and wind
bending seagrass
down to sand

“Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours . . .
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows,
play itself into total exhaustion.” ~ Galway Kinnell

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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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5 Responses to Sailor Come!

  1. I hear it – but it mocks my lost youth

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  2. …but I bet you still hear them

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