A river in November
strokes the bank
earth falls, tumbles
into nothing
a memory, muddy
scar on the clean surface
the only sign
it was ever there
however, it reminds me
of your love, not
yet cold but faraway.
© Richard L. Provencher
Coldness
Published by Richard L. Prov... on March 13, 2012 - 12:35
from the ABC set POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
from the ABC set POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
Comments
Arthur Ray | March 13, 2012 - 15:27
Nice, a dark poem for midday Tuesdays.
Good work.
hilary west | March 13, 2012 - 15:52
Nice simple words to describe a love becoming distant.
Richard L. Prov... | March 14, 2012 - 01:16
Thank you, Arthur. You are right about my sadness at being apart from my wife for two months while I lived with my mom in her apartment in Hamilton, Ontario during her operation recovery. Richard LP
Richard L. Prov... | March 14, 2012 - 01:25
Thank you too, Hilary. You have written quite a bit, and I wish you excellent commercial success. My wife and I wrote a few too, not much moola made, but we enjoy in sharing our work. It takes much marketing, just too much energy required from me at the moment. Re my poem above, sometimes I write as simply as I can, since I can be verbose at times. Cheers, Richard LP