Vanilla Dish
The Rocky Mountains
are distinctive with a dash of snow
like vanilla-topped
sundae humped camels
or dashing Orcas
perpendicular to our view
an undulating road hiding them
for a meager moment
then erupts in a wave of white caps
confronting our imagination
scenic as mountain
goats
exultant
in the morning air.
Below those craggy monoliths
forest is a mat of
September leaves sprinkled
yellow
stiff-necked spruce leaping upwards
lower tiered meandering stream
showing its necklace
of brocaded silver.
Reflections within the calm cater to
a snarl of wolves on the hunt.
© 2009 Richard L. Provencher
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Comments
Nathan Bednarek | July 1, 2009 - 17:23
'an undulating road hiding them
for a meager moment
then erupts in a wave of white caps
confronting our imagination
scenic as mountain
goats
exultant
in the morning air.'
Ha! Yes! Now this is what I'm talking about! I've said it before and I'll say it again: I absolutely love your work! Your way with words is so catchy, but not over-commercialised, if you know what I mean... The stanza I've quoted reflects exactly what I'm trying to say. The words and the way they're knitted together make this poem a joy to read... and the last two lines... just wow ;-)
Nathan.
Richard L. Prov... | July 2, 2009 - 03:57
Nathan, I declare you the President of my fan club. Your comments are very generous, and I accept them; not for ego, nor for grandiose preening, but for the joy of having stimulated the thoughts of another soul, to view with fresh eyes, the magnificence within us as we soar above this world of lust, crime, negative headlines, and realize goodness still prevails, that the hearts of mankind are truly pure, and our everyday lives are not insignificant. God bless you, from my precious wife, Esther, and I. Richard LP
Richard L. Prov... | July 2, 2009 - 03:58
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