Author Archives: Peter Notehelfer

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!

We Were Strangers Once

We were all strangers once new kids in new schools who talked different than the others wore hand`me`down clothes shoes too big for our feet We didn’t even have bikes so walked to class every day In our lunch boxes … Continue reading

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The Honey`Man

The honey`man sits easily at his table his hands illustrating his life the long sinewy fingers of healed scars open to be read by curious customers the thick nails knife`carved as clean as beeswax tender & tough and at his … Continue reading

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The Poppy Pods

The poppy pods lie still beneath the tulips       waiting       waiting till all the Prima`Donnas have their full day Bright bulbs pale petals blown in the wind       floating       floating … Continue reading

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Eavesdropping

If she’s said it once she’s    said it a thousand times       Stop eavesdropping!    If we are out for dinner she knows by salad time    I will know their names       and by … Continue reading

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Groundhog Saturday

It is Our day perpetually sitting in grief before the Stone following a Friday unforgettable listening for murmurings of love from behind death’s wall but hearing nothing walking away Saturdays come Saturdays again go Days never nearer mercy never nearer … Continue reading

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Good Friday Again

Good Friday again and again the question What’s so good about it? Yet another gray day another gray week Years have a way of taking all the colors out of life’s familiarities Soon we fail to see all but its … Continue reading

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Sailing into the Sun

I have no choice but to sail into the sun whose setting is ever certain for I am unable to run as fast as He flies On my shoulder rides the gliding moon faint now in the failing light but … Continue reading

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A Healthy Fear

I love the sea yet do not venture` out on it but in a boat Something is dangerous there about its depths and I was not born with any gills We’re friends the open`sea & I in weather fair or … Continue reading

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Life Abroad

The Settlers looked for a place someplace specific at the fork of a river where grasses grew ways forth & back rode on currents Life thrived The Pioneers pushed onward feeling limitation in the picket`fence on the front`street preferring sleep under the … Continue reading

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On the Cherry Tree

On the cherry tree the first blossom has opened It sits bold a fat snow`flake on a tip of a branch as if to say Hello! Spring`time is on its way! I watch it the thru the rain and wonder at … Continue reading

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Corner`Stones

What will endure begins with things that have endured The miraculous begins with mud or is but illusion The white tulip hides in the bulb under the earth From the soul within the body flow good or ill What is … Continue reading

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Sabbath Rest

We spend most of our lives either coming or going The moments in between either packing or unpacking eating sleeping or dressing Minds busily preparing for uncontrollable providence Qoheleth suggests we need a rest from all our doing time to … Continue reading

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