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A POTPOURRI poems
by Richard L. Provencher Canadian Woods The horizon is a slash of colours as ladder steps crawling one above another dusk grinning at the end of another day. Gone are logger-assaults and front-end loaders tormenting an expanse of primal timber where burnished pines sentinel along ridges of tundra wilderness a domain of ancient sunsets reddened sky turning a yellowish tinge to daytime's dim. From our canoe faces pause in complete awe. * From this side of high tech my heart is pounding. What to say from so far away? Talk to myself in the silence stroking keys, thoughts wandering? No, not a meaningless collection of words---Weather? Politics? Aha, that's it and a vital message streaks across the heavens "I love you. I miss you." * In the Noose Man is noosed in a rabbit snare, anxious to be about his business, busy-busy. Transitions, places to go deals to make and now the noose has taken hold if only he had spent more time sharing supper with family and friends, too late, oh no, not. Pry yourself loose and debate the issues lean on the Lord and encourage those who love you and your birthright will be an accolade of bright colours. * Looking Out For #1 Winter break rushes along the sidewalk, meandering between stubborn snow banks time for a quick Tim Horton's caffeine fix. Returning, a satisfied look adds an easy sway to his walk coffee in one hand, cigarette dangling from the other, ah the good life. Pauses outside his retailer's door, watching shoppers in their scramble for holiday attention one last drag, tosses the butt then back to work carrying his real treat. * Wilson Creek Cove gathers a rainbow of California colours from within the clouds reddish-dazzle interrupting pink, lavender and purple in a smorgasbord of delight backdrop of excellent view, ocean waves sloshing mightily against bluffs, as silhouettes of resistance. * Sky Freckles Across the sky they swim in eager sweeps wings rapid-fluttering pintails, teal and canvasbacks doesn't matter what the breed they're coming as a runaway train, heading right for little ole me. * Toronto Exhibition Watch that young man, eyes lit up 3 months ago seemed like an impossible wait. "We'll go this summer," I said, "Promise." Now we're part of the crowd, he can hardly wait to get inside the gate looks me in the eye with a camera smile, arm reaching for mine an expression of joy grabbing at the noise and fun ahead, my son. * Who's the Boss? "MEOW!" opens the door then JC smells the fence post. Leaves escape the wind as she chases a mouse peeking from the woodpile. They play tag. JC walks on snow banks, visits a lonely patch of grass then hurries across Rosewyn Place and Park Street tummy leading her home. Food awaits. *** Richard L. Provencher 2008 Richard enjoys writing poems; many of which have been published in Print and Online. He and his wife, Esther are also co-authors of stories and a print novel. They are "born again" Christians and very busy in their church, Abundant Life Victory International, in Bible Hill, Nova Scotia. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |