Just Hanging On
By Richard L. Provencher
Tue, 24 Jul 2012
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Peeking over a wall
I see children
playing in the sand
castles taking shape
sun dancing
across ebb tide’s
clam-shelled beach
and I marvel about
their smoothed over
imperfections.
Beholding these
images my fingers
struggle to hold on
legs stretching
toes barely touching
the elusive earth.
At sundown dusk
captures the horizon
and I finally drop
a mere few inches to
sounder footing
back to the memories
of my own youth.
© Richard L. Provencher
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Lovely Richard, gentle and
Lovely Richard, gentle and welcoming as usual. Really liked it.
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And Oh! what sweet memories
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And Oh! what sweet memories they must have been
Richard, just like this poem.
I so agree with jolono, gentle and welcoming sums this poem up nicely.
Jenny.
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Thanks for taking there
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Thanks for taking there Richard. Wistful, thoughtful. A pleasure to read.
Parson Thru
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Thanks for taking me there
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Thanks for taking me there Richard. Wistful, thoughtful. A pleasure to read.
Parson Thru
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