The Moaning
By Richard L. Provencher
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dove cuddles inside
his collection of sounds
to meet any need
upon urgent demand:
today he may be moaning
for a missing love – a forgotten
perch even the shortage
of friends this time of day
without sun to warm dewy wings.
I listen with subdued breath
as heartfelt echoes
of lament reach into my
bones and I arise furtively
to prevent exposure during
the passion of his call
and I do exit
from the chance of being found
out in his moment
of uncomfortable duress.
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the cooing ~&
The poem is rather complicated I prefer simplicity and clarity and melody. I love doves too Richard there are very many here they're at it day and night winter or summer rain or shine they call and court and cooo all the time. You have your turtle doves your mourning dove and laughing doves.
When you feel very down you feel blue lying in your bed just listen for the doves and those blues go away. Doves are a symbol of love everywhere I wonder why it does seem universal.
&& Nolan
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