Binding the Sea Shore

By Richard L. Provencher

Wed, 01 Feb 2012
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During a campfire holiday
intervals of sun, wind and rain
introduce steamy moisture
to our tree-lined shore
its bouquet
an aroma of pungency, a
mixture of kelp and
fishy parts

crumbled clam shells, hulls
from crabs
and driftwood tidbits
treating our feet
to a smorgasbord of pain.

Much later in the safety
of a proper roof
and warm
bath, we dwell on memories.

© Richard L. Provencher

First published April 2011
Turbulence, UK
ISSN: 2042-5708

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
Nature

Comments

Submitted by gerardineanne on
I can feel,smell,hear, touch and see all that. How did you do that in so few words?

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you so much, gerardineanne, for your kind comments. I spent much time sitting in the woods, by a lake, or viewing the wind pushing a limb into the sun. Too many people whisper by on a trail, in such a rush to get back home to the TV and munchies. I absorb the scents in the forest and listen to the creak of ice forming on limbs, and sense the movement of a partridge trudging along, seeking further life. Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by ScoZen on
Agree with anne on this delightful tale. Enjoyed.
ScoZen

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, SZ. My wife's family spent much time growing up in this beach area of New Brunswick, on the shores of Cape Spear. Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher