Cape Spear
empty the ocean ‘cause
sandbars are coming
as echoes
slimy rocks expose
their slippery touch, as
lonely friends
furnace-stoked sun
uncovers razor fish
clams and crabs,
drying out forever
seagull territory, their
white-splotched shore
and erk---erk cries
wind and soaring
© 1992 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved
first published Spring 1992
Volume Two, Number One
Cumulus, Windspeak Press
Wood Mountain, Saskatchewan
ISSN-1188-163-2
Comments
Beeme | August 16, 2009 - 20:36
Another beautiful poem, so simple and effective :-)
I especially enjoyed this verse;
'slimy rocks expose
their slippery touch, as
lonely friends'
Beeme xx
Nathan Bednarek | August 16, 2009 - 23:02
Yes, very beautiful indeed. A joy to read! Well done.
Nathan.
Richard L. Prov... | August 17, 2009 - 02:08
Thank you, Nathan. As expressed to someone else, I found a cache of poems which had been mislaid, and am humbly placing them on this post. Some of my short poems were a deliberate challenge for me; to see if I could pack a little punch in the shortest number of words. And enjoy compressing these thoughts in the meantime. Cheers, Richard LP
Richard L. Prov... | August 17, 2009 - 02:15
And thank you, too, Beeme for your kind words. When I visit the woods, my intention is to close my eyes after viewing everything within sight, then recreate a vision-camera for me to begin my poem later, upon returning home. Keep writing, Richard LP