The Porch

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 08 Aug 2019
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I dwell upon its

ricochets of squeaks

and twists

straining as

I recall generations

of childhood

and their

screaming in delight.

 

Crawling feet

growing

legs higher to the sky

and now from

somewhere they pause

and remember.

 

 

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Submitted by onemorething on

This is lovely and wistful. I like ‘ricochets of squeaks’.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you, omt. My wife and I visited friends and family at our Family Re-union. A short break on the old porch of a very old farm house gave me inspiritation. 

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I liked this too, Richard. The scene now, and the description of the crawling, shooting-up legs, and then their owners looking back, as you are now. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you so much, Rhiannonw. I am encouraged by nice folks like yourself, when I aim for a short  poem all curled up within itself, then snaps alive towards the end. Bless you. Life must be lived fully day to day because you don't know what tomorrow will bring. My wife, Esther and I met many new relatives at our Family Reunion near Port  Elgin last weekend and beforre heading home one very nice member of our greater family invited us for a lovely dinner last sunday. On Monday Olga fell out of a craft alone and clinging to her dinghy for an hour on the ocean before being found. Two friends brought her to safety and now she has a new adventure to share personally aside from the tv stories. Thank you Lord for the energy you gave this lady and thank you to the rescuers.  Also thank goodness she had her life jacket on. Amen.       

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Submitted by Nolan on

Yes Richard, "somewhere they pause and remember" "generations of childhood". What would a porch be without a rocking chair? A witness from the cradle to the grave, a trusted friend.

By the way I really like the poems more,

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Many thanks to you, Nolan. I always found rocking  chairs relaxng, especially from  a porch with the slowness of time creating thoughts and images. . 

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