Footfalls are muffled steps
each reach of stride
stepping silently
between the hardwood.
As we enter the forest our
thoughts invade the stillness
the tranquility, where
nature listens and awaits
and we try to escape within.
The domain of our existence
from noisy generations
clash in values, strife seeming
to provide an inheritance
yet we desire harmony, a
peace in our souls.
© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
First published January 2004
Issue 8 Ink Magazine
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | June 18, 2011 - 08:16
Another beautiful poem from your pen, Richard;-)
Tina
Richard L. Prov... | June 18, 2011 - 17:20
Thank you, Tina. Words are like flowery petals in a bluster of wind, tossing in different directions, unsure of a destination, and I reach up and welcome them into my heart. Peace, Richard LP
Nathan Bednarek | June 19, 2011 - 18:08
"As we enter the forest our
thoughts invade the stillness
the tranquility, where
nature listens and awaits
and we try to escape within."
You're definitely one of my favourite poets on this website and the lines above are among the many reasons why I say that ;-)
A more than deserved cherry. Well done.
Nathan.
Richard L. Prov... | August 16, 2011 - 01:04
Special 'thank-yous' Nathan. And I am honoured from your kind comments. Richard LP