POETRY - A Passage of Motion 1

Esther & Richard Provencher created their stories & novels from experiences in raising four children, as well as being foster & adopting parents. Richard was born in Rouyn, Quebec. Esther was born in Cape Spear, New Brunswick. They are married since March 27, 1975 and have lived in Truro, Nova Scotia since 1986.

 

Richard was a member of the Writers’ Federation of Nova Scotia for many years, and a Writer in the Schools Program under their auspices for eleven years. Esther enjoys art-painting. Richard also writes poetry.

 

Their writing blends a love of the outdoors along with contemporary issues.

 

 

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Hello Nathan, I did not fill out a comment here before although I did send you a previous note and mentioned your poetry was also quite interesting, with excellent imagery. Thank you for the above nice comments on my poetry. Writing is very special to me and sharing my work is such a joy. RLP
Richard L. Provencher

 

Richard L. Provencher

A DOWNTOWN PUB, HALIFAX - poem

Some geezer's broke after a third round.

A FISHERMAN'S POEM - poem

Children arise with moms, dads.

A FLIGHT OF PASSENGERS poem

Customers worry about alarm bells nerves can't accept. Later on the plane: "Pretzels?" attendants ask.

A FORGOTTEN LAKE poem

Sunset spreads like a quilt of fire, as mosquitoes skitter in random flight

A ONE WAY TRIP poem

Hurry home wife and kids, cat waiting hungry

A Poem and More

I come alive in the dance

A SPIRITUAL BANQUET poem

Our canoe allows a feast of pleasure its sleek hull an arrow piercing the stillness of a greater plan

Ah, Nature

Silent as paws with beautiful moves

AN EARLY CATCH poem

Seagulls are given a bum rap. They eschew the flavour of the seacoast, as they act as traders, sharing information with their ERK! ERK! calls to friends and family. The translation is: FOOD!

AS A CHILD LEARNS poem

be careful honey don’t fall, statement of mother-love

AT MOOSE RIVER, NOVA SCOTIA poem

Beneath a wooden bridge the river is swirling with activity, surface a clutter of foamy bubbles keeping pace with my thoughts

AT PICTOU poem

Pinpoints of light mimic startled flashes from watery reflections, down, then up to nightfall’s limit

AWAKENING poem

Imagine the morning mist, slowly evaporating from the lake near your tent, water shushing against your canoe, the cry of early loons, spiderwebs crystallized on trees. Imagine.

BABY CHICKS poem

Momma’s feeding her chicks one beak at a time

BLUEBERRY PICKING - poem

In my return to this land I can smell the burning fields.

CATCHING THE FIRE poem

The land dips then bounds across my view like an éclair, with shades of icing.

CLEANER, COUNTY BUILDING poem

Special people have different names: Mentally Challenged, Disadvantaged and others. However these find people possess a zest for life, second to none.

COBEQUID BAY, NOVA SCOTIA - poem

Where shoreline is a sprinkle of houses.

CROW - poem

But I know better.
Cherry

DAY'S END poem

Sitting on the dock watching lobster boats, sloops, dories and other tall ship hulls is exciting. It must have been so, since the Hector sailed into Pictou Harbour, NS in the early 1700's.

DOWNTOWN HALIFAX PUB poem

money just paper moving from one pocket to another university lads glad to share another round

ENTERPRISE poem

Pictou harbour is a bedlam of dory boats, slatted lobster cages and smelly herring-bait

Fall

my friends prepare for hardy times

FISHERMAN'S SON poem

Moonbeam flashlight covers the little boy and his dog, Sandy.

FORT LOUISBOURG poem

Fort Louisbourg, in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia was once the jewel of the French empire in North America. It was a great loss to the King of France, when captured by English forces.

FRIENDSHIP IS - poem

Fields overcome by a blanket of mist.

FROM OUR FERRYBOAT - poem

An embrace of cumulous clouds.

FULL CIRCLE poem

Cars move as brooms, sweeping across his view as he enters the intersection

HERMIT OF GULLY LAKE - poem

Too soon, eagles soar in memory.

HIDDEN FROM VIEW poem

We came upon a clearing in the woods a little cemetery, private in its surroundings

HOME ON THE BAY poem

Lobster boats are anxious on ocean’s gentle swells

Imminent Moments

The ocean frames my smallness, energies my spirit

In Memory

July 1st is for shouting flags

INSIDE THESE WALLS - poem

Playing catch-up to friends.

ISLE MADAME, CAPE BRETON ISLAND poem

Plunge to your proper depth ancient anchor, of wood and line and stone

JOHN CABOT TRAIL, CAPE BRETON poem

Beautiful Nova Scotia. Ah, never mind the brochures. Come and see beautiful Nova Scotia which has inspired my writing, and may inspire you.

JULY 1st, CANADA DAY poem

Canada Day; crowds of adults and children, some crying for loved ones lost in war, others thankful for their freedom. Oh Canada!

LADY OF THE DAY poem

She absorbs me with her eyes and that usual wave of cheerfulness

LAND OF NEW SCENTS poem

From Yorkshire they came in ships of distant passion.

LATE LIGHT AT DUSK poem

Gone are assaults from men machines tormenting this expanse of prime timber

LATE SUMMER EVENING poem

We heard the moose’s stride, a rushing gait upon the shallowly depths, stomping forward in proud delight

LITTLE BRAS D'OR poem

burn, zealous sun (A simple poem, adorned in natural beauty, from a small section of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia)

LITTLE DYKE LAKE, NOVA SCOTIA poem

Lily pads are scattered as green flakes in reckless abandon

MAPLE SYRUP TIME poem

hill's gentle embrace, sap's running and buckets are full

NATURE - poem

As water's quiet ripple.

NOVA SCOTIA DUST poem

our guide, a dusty blur ahead

OFF TO ONTARIO poem

Nova Scotia is a province of opportunity and there is no need to rush off to distant cities. Yet, some do and wistfully they do return to their home.

OUR CANADIAN WOODS poem

the wilderness a domain of ancient sunsets

OUR NOVA SCOTIA poem

There is such a historical wealth of information within Nova Scotia, along with nature, a source of peace and awesome beauty. Living here the past 22 years has been such a blessing.

OUTDOOR RETREAT poem

Pausing as a summer shrug, canoes hush as evening bats

PORT BICKERING HARBOUR, NOVA SCOTIA poem

Our ferryboat’s alert, slap of restless waves anxious, hear the engines pout powerful, surrounds the bay

PORT BICKERING HARBOUR, NOVA SCOTIA poem 2nd version

onboard, tourists in Tilley hats watch from motor homes and brand name muscle cars
Cherry

PORT ELGIN NEW BRUNSWICK poem

We’re voyeurs from across Baie Verte watching Nova Scotia’s evening shore. Lights blinking from Pugwash to North Port.

PORT HOOD, CAPE BRETON poem

Oh, for a chance to race the wind in that "Lady Shelby" boat. Further camera-eyes writing on the beauty of Nova Scotia, a land for all peoples.

PORT MEDWAY, SOUTHSHORE poem

At trawler’s edge seagulls circle

PORTUGUESE COVE NOVA SCOTIA poem

Everyone has a poem within; let it out. My wife & I enjoy traversing back roads where outposts like Portuguese Cove, where history, family life and the smell of adventure abounds.

PROLOGUE FOR A HERMIT poem

For many years Willard lived as a recluse in the woods, near Earlton, Nova Scotia. A Nature Trail now leads to his old shack, and introduces visitors to the land he loved, around Gully Lake.

REMEMBRANCE DAY poem

Grampy? How come that lady’s crying? He asks staring at the cenotaph not seeing grandpa’s tears.

ROAD GUARDIAN poem

Proud of his job waited a long time for this opportunity

ROSE BAY, NOVA SCOTIA - poem

Seagulls swooping with lasting messages.

SEAFOAM, NOVA SCOTIA poem

...this land is still your kin who came after as builders, and dreamers and history-makers, you spawned them and they remember...

SLEEP GENTLY poem

frost asleep and coyotes singing under a tired sky.

So Long Ago

From his Seniors room window an aged man smiles

SOUTHSHORE, NOVA SCOTIA poem

a splendour outline against Canso’s shore boy-silhouette at harbour’s open mouth

SOUTHWEST MARGAREE poem

Early winds bring storm and rain and wet gulps

SPRINGHILL PEN, NOVA SCOTIA poem

as watchtower guards breathe wind-chill

SUGAR BUSH SPRING poem

The forest is a humdrum of activity, crunching snow endures chain-laced tractor tires

SUMMER COTTAGE poem

Shadows remind us of sleepy dusk, as dad's echoing call confronts an evening chill

SUNDOWN'S ENCHANTMENT poem

In my hurrying gait, in my crab-scrambling race I allow a bathing.

THE CLIFFS OF JOGGINS - poem

Scraping greedily at rocky cliffs.

THE DREAMERS poem

little boy, sea-salting on your lips stand tall and proud as a sailor’s ship

THE GREAT OUTDOORS poem

Today is a slide of wind, soothing as stream’s cascading surge

THE HERMIT OF GULLY LAKE poem

In 1940 days people say Willard Kitchner MacDonald jumped a troop train --

THE KITE poem

Every child enjoy the thrill of kite-flying. To see the struts hold a picture of freedom together as it soars back and forth and up and up. Wow.

THE MINAS TOUCH poem

Sky’s afire as a hot-cross-bun, delicious in its sweetness

THE NEIGHBOUR'S poem

Does not matter to them if sounds carry as a drift of fumes winding across the yard
Cherry

THE OLD FAMILY FARM - poem

As children we swam in the creek.

THE OVENS CAMPGROUND NOVA SCOTIA poem

The path is a winding journey to old gold mining caves where birds call out

THE SOUTH SHORE, NOVA SCOTIA poem

Sharing his vision, tourists seek sights along the Marine Trail

THEY LIVE AMONG US poem

The tree is alive with the sound of feathers

THIS EARTH poem (2nd version)

where wilderness deer hooves hesitate at foreign sounds.

This Older Age

On the swing next door children are singing Old MacDonald has a brain

THREE CHILDREN poem

I watch from the sidelines now, this 67 year-young fellow, with the imagination of a child, remembering fishing, hiking, tenting; now writing about it all.
Cherry

TIDBITS poem

Ridge over yonder hopes to be part of an eagle's soar.

TREE FORT - poem

A secret spot to fill their souls.

TREE FORT poem

I saw their cabin a-building in these woods

UNMASKING THE SEASON poem

The chill of winter is upon us raging and undulating in its fierceness

VICTORIA PARK, TRURO poem

Where stress is eased from worried frowns and songbirds pluck a vibrant cord amongst the never-ending spruce

VIEW FROM THE TOP poem

From this observer’s crows nest all is calm on McNabb Island, its only outpost a lighthouse beam smiling at me, this neck of land guarding harbour’s open mouth.
Cherry

WHERE ARE THE FISHERMEN? poem

A wooden hull bumps gently against the dock

Why Not Let it Be?

waters flow menacingly, breaking records for suddenness and depth of meanness

WINDED IN THE PINES poem

I stand on the hillside of shadows evening whispers above my vision

WINTERCHILL poem

As I gain years upon my frame, I frequently think of those days traveling in my canoe. And tenting out, summer and winter. What joy to relive those moments through writing.
Cherry

This Wisdom Tree

This Wisdom Tree remains sturdy erect as a sentry full of emotion- saw the earth soak up Civil War blood heard broken hearts carve into its strength...
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