We Are Dancers

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 11 Oct 2012
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in the churning of life
where land is more than soil
and water---
it’s blood lines of farming
strength and young
‘uns looking up at mom and pop
with eyes of love

a bushel full of living---fishing
for lobster / cutting
wood during winter’s delight

a chance to inhabit a way of life
fixin’ nets
tarring traps
shingling and other chores
feeding the pigs
chasing cows and smiling

at evening’s colourful stride
exploding with joy at stars above
and it's all about love.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 3
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by moonphish on
moonphish - nicely penned

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you so much, moonphish. A very kind comment. Richard LP
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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you so much, Bear. I used your suggestion and added another minor change. What do you think? Also, I welcome any advice on enhancing my work. Cheers. Richard.
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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you very much, Bear. One or two words can really make a difference in the import of the message, eh? Richard
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Submitted by steve_elliott04 on
A poem so warm with life. This was a real joy to read; your imagery is spot on and quite delightful. Each stanza was strong, but I particularly loved the finish. 'at evening’s colourful stride exploding with joy at stars above' Two of the best lines I've read all day (and i've read a lot today). Wonderful! Cheers for sharing. Steve

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, Steve, for such kind comments. Writing poetry is so subjective, and singer-songwriters today have the extra influence of their music to attach more personal meaning to their lines. For us, the music is in our hearts and fingers, eh? Eh, is a Canadian expression meaning, Right? Richard LP
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