Lonely is a Vagabond

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 18 Nov 2022
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The whisper of mist

inhales a musical sound

that vibrates misery

from a mourning dove.

 

It combs 

back porches for dropped

black seed & peanuts

from blue jays

and glad for the

opportunity to show

humility

for any scraps.

 

 

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Poetry - For All Reasons
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Submitted by Ewan on

Do you mean 'trawls' rather than 'trolls' at line 5?

 

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you Ewan for such helpful comments. I do prefer "troll" but "comb" is more direct. All the best with your novel.  

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Ewan, is't that one of those interesting words that has different meanings? Dictionary.com seems to define 'troll' as it defines 'trawl'. We use 'troll' nowadays for internet hostile commenting, but maybe in Canada it is used still for the drag-fishing? Then there are always the folklore creature trolls! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

An interesting conversation, Eh?  In my fishing days we always trolled for fish.  

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Submitted by Tom Brown on

Beautiful work Richard I know exactly how it feels!

Tom

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Great thanks, Tom.

Richard L. Provencher