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7 POEMS (2003-08)
by Richard L. Provencher Christmas Tree bright lights red and green ones, twinkling over and over when i close my eyes, children and unwrapped presents and laughter and love old faithful friend, we watch with envy at the glorious beauty you bring into our home Richard L. Provencher 2003 *** Country Harbour Nova Scotia Mackerel fish are attracted to silver lures red plastic surrounding treble hooks their background an ocean of pounding Atlantic seagulls as kites windy nudges feathery in flight sitting on a new concrete wharf fishermen of all ages tested by tidal movement six hours in six hours out. And repeating in the seasons of time. Staccato of an outboard trolling for supper loons playful in salty spray people watching joking comparing within a collage of activity continued casting jigging lines and finally reeling one in. Richard L. Provencher 2005 *** Early morning from my window. I see passers by and their anxiety filled faces bulging tummies with showy coats of marked-up retailed cloth in a trestle of movement, an overlap of cars, trucks belching past neighbours on their way to some necessary activity. Behind this wall I inhale their existence, watch living standards and record any harmful looks thrown my way. Their eyes cannot understand my wounds, my desire to get out on the sidewalk and join them. Richard L. Provencher 2005 *** Hello There in Sarnia, Ontario esther and I share an evening walk up lisgar to mayfair street down Kensington past the white bundle of fur barking so furiously from the bushes up Leopold st. and again another dog, this time a german sheperd, always watchful striding by your side our closeness seeking your gaze waiting for you to speak so softly to mouth any words our oneness you and I loving, needing each other always together Richard L. Provencher 2003 *** Last Day in September Leaves quiver before the wind as leftover coats of Autumn, and sheep parade hooves to pens baaing for more grain. Trees dress as Poplar and Fir doing gymnastics around us a kaleidoscope of feathers scuffle from one feeder to another woodcutter's birch in scattered heaps, dogs slumbering among familiar sounds. I marvel at the stillness while llamas trot to a new patch of grass. Dexter cows moo happily as they bend and chew donkeys restraining harsh braying for now. My lady and I watch and listen on an afternoon of sunny Alberta day. Richard L. Provencher 2006 *** North Country moose river juiced from dozens of streams joined together in one great rush to ontario's frontier creates a tiny island-village moose river crossing flows on to the lowlands where early traders sought the beaver where radisson stood and looked across the bay this james bay this baby-pond outgrowth of hudson Richard L. Provencher 2003 *** Old Elvin Dropped By Bony fists against the door up the stairs then sharing yarns after taking off shoes old school politeness. Long time no see now talkin' about home and family grandson James sick again wife needin' Jesus in her life cousin Grant taken his life thinking he had cancer hurricane Juan knocked down most of Elvin's trees tractor needs fixin' great grandson Jody handling his insulin problems well. Elvin's voice softens when he mentions his wife hoping their last day's together are to be simple, breakfast for two at the table eggs his favourite and sausages not bacon. Raises an arm time to go wishing he'd stay longer sharing his heart retelling tales that keep him awake in the turmoil of darkness. And Elvin departs leaving memories behind feeling better in the telling now memories in the twilight. Richard L. Provencher 2005 * * * 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 |