Unsung Psalms: World Poetry Day


How American
not to bother to know
whom we have come from
from where our roots
What its argot

We speak like
first`generation selves
in words that seem to us
of our own innovation

And we wonder
why our children don’t
understand instructions
we say are plain as pie

Our bouquets
are of plastic flowers
since we have not grown
them or picked them
from the wild

They wither not
neither do they grace
places we set them down
to merely gather dust
Unsung psalms

“We open our mouths and out flow words
whose ancestries we do not even know.” ~ Penelope Lively

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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2 Responses to Unsung Psalms: World Poetry Day

  1. brilliant sociology


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