INSIDE THESE WALLS - poem

By Richard L. Provencher

Wed, 09 Jan 2008
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Headlights pierce the darkness past
an attendant’s cage
rushing passengers to new
appointments others clench hands
in warm coats like
November colours passing swiftly
across the parking lot
playing catch-up to friends
and dinner dates
they’ve somewhere
to go a
place to hide anywhere at all
on the sixth floor
behind hotel’s curtain shy fingers
peer their owner
adopting the scene below
no one to wait for no one to share.

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POETRY - A Passage of Motion 1
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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
A poet sees beyond the face of life. He/she delves into the soul of a person. So often, behind those curtains, a peeking face is lonesome, wishing somehow to be part of the race below. And we should wish them well in our prayers. RLP
Richard L. Provencher