Bedouin

By Richard L. Provencher

Sat, 11 Feb 2012
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Thirst is an impediment
for hooves
across the Sahara,
eyes as stars

breakfast among the
dunes, shifting ridges, windy
nudges challenging
our camels, their

throaty calls streaking
across the terrain. A
dust storm spirals
from the sky, creates

a stamping on the
ground, the
measure of sun’s anvil.

© Richard L. Provencher

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POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
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Submitted by maisie on
reallist image of sun and lots of sand, and the beat of the camels hooves!

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you Maisie, for your kind comment. Clop, clop, from Richard LP ps. imagine all the cities hiding under the sand? Is it possible?
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Submitted by maisie on
as long as they don't come up... why not...

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Hi Maisie, but wouldn't it be exciting? Richard LP
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Submitted by scratch on
Hi Richard. From my first read of your poetry I felt that there was depth. I hoped that you would provide the realisation of my hopes for your works. You constantly surpass that hope. This is another lovely submission, thanks.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Your comment, Scratch, is very powerful. Thank you. Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by gerardineanne on
Another of your fine poems,a pleasure to read.

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you so much, gerardineanne. Richard LP
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