From Roadside

By Richard L. Provencher

Sun, 21 Oct 2018
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Cars and other wheel-rims

flashlight the hyphenated highway.

They have places to go. A family

visit -- someone to kiss 

and other of life’s adventures.

I step-gas onto the asphalt eagerly

joining their parade.

 

 

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Easy to dream and wonder about all the mass of humanity who are on the motorway with us, night or day. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

I am thankful for your continuing encouragment, Rhiannonw. Years ago when I asked myself what to write about, the Holy Spirit within my heart, responded, "Everything." 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Di_Hard on

one you need to read quite a few times.

the other night there was a program about two asylum seekers from Ghana trying to get from America across the border into Canada, describing how in the snow they headed towards the lights of cars fearing they would die in the terrible cold, and how for a long time, no one stopped. I imagined watching those cells of light and warmth speeding past, and they waiting in the huge cold darkness. Even walking along a road in England as cars speed by makes you feel vulnerable , shut out. And, if you are in a car, when you join a big road, it's like being part of a stream, sharing a purpose?

your poem is very thought provoking

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Di_Hard: thanks for your thoughts and encouragment. From my memory one of those two lost fingers on one hand and the other lost them on both hands -- the first two inches that is. Terrible, yet they are now receiving full treatment. Take care, -Richard 

Richard L. Provencher