Southshore, Nova Scotia
Hunched over, that
dreamy stare
a splendour
outline against Canso’s shore
boy-silhouette
at harbour’s open mouth
we share his vision,
visitor-searching along the Marine Trail
as seagulls pause, bleached necks
colouring tide-abandoned
rocks
framed by an Atlantic expanse.
Our car intrudes upon the winding
asphalt, travels from cove
to silent cove…
our strength renewed.
© 1988 Richard L. Provencher
All Rights Reserved
first published May 1988, Vol 3, No 2
Edges, the new literary magazine
Ledges Publishing Society
Edmonton, Alberta ISSN 0833 0077
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | August 29, 2009 - 18:00
"as seagulls pause, bleached necks
colouring tide-abandoned
rocks"
These words, so beautiful as is the poem. The last stanza is perfection itself.
Tina
Richard L. Prov... | August 29, 2009 - 19:38
Tina, your words cover me with humbleness; so nice to share my work. Richard LP
Nathan Bednarek | September 1, 2009 - 14:01
I agree with Tina. This poem is really beautiful ;-)
Well done.
Nathan.
Richard L. Prov... | September 2, 2009 - 02:48
Thank you, Nathan. As you can see, my love of nature mingles with contemporary issues in all my writing. Truly, Nature is God's gift to us. Cheers, Richard LP