A Winter Day

Riverbank 2

By familiarity
the eye misses
all that is obvious
sighted we don’t see
the roiling clouds
riding the wind
a winter day

Shut the eye
the ear listens
to what is hidden
blind we aren’t deaf
the crushing wave
crashing rocks
tastes of salt

“Stood
counting waves in the dark:
the seen pulse of a hidden drum.” ~ Robin Robertson

Artwork by Shirley Bleechmore
shirleybleechmore.com

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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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3 Responses to A Winter Day

  1. sometimes we just forget to look – couldn’t see the artwork though :)

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