Vagabonds of Memory

Cherry

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 15 Jan 2021
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Why does early

mist smoke about the land

as grieving moths

 

in layers of drifting wings

and keep morning sun at bay?

 

I know a way

into the soul of its heart

 

by lifting shades

in a natural move

that can chase away

in diminishing waves

 

a silent retreat that allows

them to vanish

under the glare

of day’s arriving light

 

like vagabonds of memory.

 

 

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

There's such a magical feel to this poem - I love the idea of mist being moths'wings

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Hello, H-D.Very kind words such as you sent are very appreciated.-R

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Hello, H-D.Very kind words such as you sent are very appreciated.-R

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by D Marie on

gentle and mystical, the moths wings makes it stick in your mind.