She meanders across
the sidewalk, eyes alert
for discarded treasure
an empty pop can here
a discarded butt there,
perhaps even a half-eaten
pizza slice, pepperoni
preferred
hair askew, dressed for
winter in summer weather,
her cologne adding
fragrance to the wind.
© Richard L. Provencher
Comments
scratch | April 28, 2012 - 12:28
Simple and so well observed Richard.
Richard L. Prov... | April 28, 2012 - 12:33
Thank you so much, scratch. You're up early too. It's now 8:30 am in Truro, Nova Scotia. Richard
scratch | April 28, 2012 - 22:26
Richard, you are a true and prodigious talent. No matter what the subject of your pen the result is really superb.
I particularly like your nature observations (no surprise there) but you can give all sorts of atmospheres, I am in awe. I must try harder!
Richard L. Prov... | April 29, 2012 - 03:14
Your kind words, scratch, are very touching. At times, when I write, I try to say the most in the least number of words. And I approach my subjects from various angles, sort of a kaleidoscope of intent. An important aspect of my writing poetry is to try and create a canvas with left out spaces for the reader to fill. On top of any writing, passion and a desire to write the best at that moment is so important. All the best, Richard
eezy77 | April 29, 2012 - 14:43
She smelt real bad
And that made me sad.
The End.
Richard L. Prov... | April 29, 2012 - 17:49
Thank you eezy77, for your little ditty. Yes, she did smell real bad, and that is why she put on the cologne. A new scent in her life. And we each need that positive attitude in order to survive. Cheers, Richard LP