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Just Hanging On

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Published by Richard L. Prov... on July 24, 2012 - 14:40
from the ABC set POETRY - A Passage of Motion 3

Peeking over a wall
I see children
playing in the sand

castles taking shape
sun dancing
across ebb tide’s
clam-shelled beach

and I marvel about
their smoothed over
imperfections.

Beholding these
images my fingers
struggle to hold on

legs stretching
toes barely touching
the elusive earth.

At sundown dusk
captures the horizon
and I finally drop

a mere few inches to
sounder footing
back to the memories
of my own youth.

© Richard L. Provencher

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Comments

jolono | July 24, 2012 - 15:11

Lovely Richard, gentle and welcoming as usual. Really liked it.

skinner_jennifer | July 24, 2012 - 15:15

And Oh! what sweet memories they must have been
Richard, just like this poem.

I so agree with jolono, gentle and welcoming sums this poem up nicely.

Jenny.

Parson Thru | July 24, 2012 - 19:20

Thanks for taking there Richard. Wistful, thoughtful. A pleasure to read.

Parson Thru | July 24, 2012 - 19:20

Thanks for taking me there Richard. Wistful, thoughtful. A pleasure to read.

Richard L. Prov... | July 25, 2012 - 12:03

Thank you, jolono. Gentle and welcoming is a really neat comment. Richard

Richard L. Prov... | July 25, 2012 - 12:05

Jenny, thank you. As I continue in the twilight of my years, I reminisce more about that gentle way of life. And it is good to capture those many moments in a poem, enjoyed by nice people like yourself. Richard.

Richard L. Prov... | July 25, 2012 - 12:08

Hello PT, so very nice to see you enjoyed my poem. All the best. Richard