When Wheels Turn

Cherry

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 16 May 2013
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the harvest can begin
tractors at the ready
but not before pastures
receive a planting

as sparrows feed their
young -- accordion mouths
awaiting turns for food

and children prepare for
day’s adventure -- now
ready. Cereal and toast
on the kitchen table

bus at farm road’s edge
faces poking with curiosity
their friend exploding
from his house -- books
and school bag flying.

Life abounds in the rain
and sun when a fire in the
soul turns us to the final
step before a proper harvest
takes place in our lives.

© Richard L. Provencher

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Comments

Submitted by scratch on
You have penned a poem that somehow seems so confident in terms of poetic style and content. I like the image of accordian mouths very much indeed Richard. Out of season for a harvest I think so it's wonderful to be transported to a time of plenty which you have achieved with your own distinctive style.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
scratch---your encouraging comments are always precious. Thank you. Richard -- ps. the cherries are very tasty, not sharp at all, but sweet. Thank you, Tony.
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Submitted by VeraClark on
Accordion mouths is absolutely charming. Your work is so succinct and aptly worded. This brought the hymn 'Autumn days when the grass is jewelled' to mind. Words of hope and renewal. Beautiful.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Hello Vera, I am glad you enjoy my poetry. Also, I agree so much modern poetry is confusing, and yet their books are held up with great fan fare. So good for them. I wish my work to be understood, because life to me, is beauty, pain, and overcoming. Richard
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