THE NEIGHBOUR'S poem

By Richard L. Provencher

Tue, 20 Oct 2009
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The Neighbour’s

backyard is a collage of noise
a delight of music
stale jokes and lots of booze.

Does not matter to them
if sounds carry as a
drift of fumes
winding across the yard
then into our bedroom
interrupting the linkage
of our desires. But we’re okay

knowing across the way
are drunken folks who won’t
be able to find themselves
in the morning.

© 2009 Richard L. Provencher

Certificate PG
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 1
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Comments

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Wonderful sensory and censury impression 'sounds carry as a drift of fumes' atb lenax

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you Lena, your comments are appreciated. This poem is in honour of such neighbours, who for five years carried on their weekly trills, until I overcame the stress by listening to my wife. She said, "Let it go" and I did. Richard LP
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Submitted by Cavalcader on
Richard hop your well. I like this bit true life Yes hard but we have to let go or become ill ourselves.I know When young with wind up record player. julie x cavalcader (:-

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, Julie. Some neighbour's do not realize how hurtful their antics are, especially my downstairs friend whose wife is in ill health. Have a great day today, and God bless you. Richard and Esther
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