I AM A poem

I Am a

prisoner in my mind. From
the windowpane a sky teases
pleasant clouds buried
in the rubble of December’s storm
wind ravaged
eaves trough full of fluffy stuff
radio blaring about Afghanistan
tanks for Canadian troops
blown up citizens in Baghad.
A chickadee brings peace
flirts with feeders on my porch.
Yesterday the
park was unwinding from
summer’s dress
now bare branches revealing.
Sometimes the day is
a tormenter
and I am trapped in the
image of stares
but I do not wish to exhort any
deficiencies.
Go away sodden sky
go to the far reaches of winter storm.
Disappear thoughts of anguish.
Come again
spirit of Christmas
where children molt among laughter
then morph into giggly beings
anxious
for exuberance in their innocence.
All I want is a slice of that temporary
mindset
before worry turns to pain.
From shine to rust
then circling back again.

© 2008 Richard L. Provencher
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