Moose River, Nova Scotia

By Richard L. Provencher

Sat, 31 Mar 2012
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Beneath a wooden bridge
creaking
beside the park

the river swirls in a soufflé
of foam-filled bubbles

loose branches
meandering in the stream

a southerly flow.

Around the bend ripples
overcome a bridge
of stone. Aware of my presence
a squirrel skitters upwards.

I am a child of my past,
peanut butter fingers
fishing with a worm hooked
below the surface.

A nearby plaque:
“In ’36 three men entombed
141 feet below, seeking crowns
of gold within the granite,
one man died.”

Steeped in time, the village
is sombre at attention
stippled to a gravel road

peace, simplicity
and the wind a lullaby.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
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Comments

Submitted by scratch on
Excellence as usual Richard.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, Scratch. Your encouraging words are meaningful. So many of my poems are photocopies of my emotions and memories, and I recall each incident vividly when I re-read them. All of these actions enhance my desire to write. The best, Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by camilla on
Your work is always evocative, detailed, and tells a story.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Hello camilla, I believe this is the first time you have given a comment on my work, and I thank you for that. You must be a nostalgic person too. Cheers, Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher