A little finger reaches out
its life-force
gentle to the touch
try me on for size,
I’m little & like
being loved.
You are the parents I long for –
I am the child of
your dreams.
And in the hills beyond, dark
clouds
quietly recess into the
far corners
of the world
a new call crosses with the wind –
a bugle sounds
the arrival
of a kind smile upon the face of
many
summers to come.
© Richard L. Provencher
first published 1986 Green Valley Publishing
The North American Poetry Review
Albia, IA, USA
Comments
Cavalcaderl | April 15, 2010 - 13:20
new Richard L.Prov;
Well,welcome back hope your well
missed all your great poems,and stories.
"Melanie"
first stanza great,I like it all.
A little finger reaches out
its life- force
gentle to the touch
try me more size,
I'm little
and like being loved
excellent.
Our Editor Tony is a grandad again,great
a baby girl,now you may know.
julie xx take care.
Richard L. Prov... | April 19, 2010 - 00:27
Thank you, Julie. My wife and I were busy finishing up another children's novel. It's with Lulu, and is available in print form, and is called 'A Boy Named Wish.' I missed my poetry and decided to spend all my energy available to write more and to publish my latest ones accepted. The trouble with writing poetry is they must be unpublished for an editor to accept them, and all postings are considered published already. So I hope you don't mind reading the ones already published. Take care, Richard LP ps. my wife, Esther, and I just celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary.
maggyvaneijk | April 19, 2010 - 14:18
love the delicate imagery of this poem
"...dark
clouds
quietly recess into the
far corners
of the world" - my favourite.
Richard L. Prov... | April 30, 2010 - 02:16
Thank you, Maggie, for your kind comments. Words are like the petals of a flower, needing re-arranging as our thoughts flutter like a whisper in the wind. Richard LP