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Richard L. Provencher

 

Richard L. Provencher

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Kleek-kik-ik-ik-ik erupts from a bald eagle’s throat as he carouses within the wind layers of draught elevating right then left. Eyes sharply view a...

Good Morning

morning. Your tongue of day will wrap itself around any skin of bathers who loll on sandy beaches where sharks patrol endlessly.

Momma Don't Cry

An eager young fisherman knew he was lost. Foolishly took a short-cut from a well-worn path. And snow continued to fall – a surprise situation before...

Listen

to the whispers— A child’s cry in the stillness during twilight A loon’s lullaby calling from a bay somewhere in the vastness of space Growing ones...

The Wind 2

is a whisperer evolving from stirring at birth to ruffling dormant leaves shaking with glee and a garden of trees meld into newly acquired shapes...

The Wind Sways

in a wildwood of breaths pushing handily against tall-stemmed lilies. Yellow colours adopting attention from a vase of inspired energy until...

So Long

so low I’m gonna find me a dry place tonight where the body is warm not so last night by another man’s fence along with the cats and fighting. They...

Na-Na is Gone

She loved you so much – child. Now Na-Na is part of God’s garden way up in the sky. Sometimes she hides behind a star and twinkles from the dark. Yes...

Courage Forward

I walk up these steps with grace when I shouldn’t doctors said but I know the satisfaction overcoming in spite of the pain in my legs.

Twilight Strokes

evening’s sky as shadows lurk upon low tide’s gleam. A pastel of colour those images are and soon the scene will collapse into all of nothing...
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A Roar Too Often

Sammy is ten dad’s home again. Children crowd around mom so he can’t bother her some more. Haven’t seen him 3 days gone since pay day. Left for the...

Epigram

Rusty colours from an Autumn carpet lead me through trails of crunching leaves surrounded by a palisade of trees and the impatient wind ushers me...

Why Do

poets write about love? Is it because of one sweet face the kind that pulls you into a pair of lips fire-smooth and attractive as lightning in the...

The Wind is Similar

to sword thrusts lancing your face with chills among a trembling copse of aspen – white bark reflecting lightness among my searching for someone to...

I See. I See

Mr. M. slouching against the building wall his family in apt 3 other side awakening with sounds of movement – he hears their rush to brush teeth and...

She Sits

in a small shadowy room twilight gone astray alone again. He called and cancelled the date. Doesn’t understand her loss of another good person-- a...

A

Chick-a-dee is busy as a bee-- it flits and twists tosses and turns. I think it could flip flap-jacks too.

Some Day

I will straddle the ocean and race across its tidal bore overcoming the flow of current creasing my bow-- a canoe on Northumberland Strait heading to...

A First Chance

A first chance to kiss the ocean and feel its rush upon my toes-- the largeness of its power slap currents against the shoreline noisy gulls above...

In Days

In days of yonder forest now grown tall and green I left sparks of energy from my youth among the streams and now older in a land I still remember...
Cherry

I exist

I exist in the DNA of my children and in the heart and lips of my wife – the forest where I trailed miles and its beauty of animals and trees birch...

Rejoice

There is a shadow that once followed me it breathed fire and fear within my spirit and caused me to stumble often. Each time I arose I fell. Each...

The Ocean Coughs

As the ocean roils salty water coughs up sand & pebbles scattered in humps aside the shore and at times leftover debris from ships ahoy long...

Not Much

to eat these 1952 days cupboard’s bare and three children watch mom searching for something to place on the table. Patience in the house once again...

Rain

drops create warm puddles of wet sloppy slops that hide in your hair then crawl down your face so you can lick them and that is cool too.
Cherry

Autumn

children arriving at four weather now says 12 C you better believe winds apparent winter change coming slowly -- definitely surely.

A Jewel

Among a forest of green Kennabi kingly rests as tall wind-soaked trees stand whispering still and near his stately shore the water floods. Below pine...
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A Natural Scene

From his boulder-white site a seagull views his royal domain stares with far-seeing eyes reflecting an ocean’s ribbon of crests favoured by windy...

He Who is Sent

across the baked soil sandals worn to protect One so fine. Some called Him John the Baptist. Others dared to believe He was the Messiah come to save...

Light of the World

she is – momma who gets up early-time and kids crying already? Pouting and eagerness are characteristics that abound around room floors as footfalls...

Everyone Has a Reason

Earle is a man whose smile overwhelms shyness – his sins behind him – found Jesus and now life has no bounds. A wife and two children adore this man...

Canadian Woods

The Horizon emerges in an evening of colour-- savours steps heaped one upon another as dusk comes grinning at the end of another day. Front-end...

Seasonal Attraction

Dawn is a highlight of silhouettes in layers of invitation-- sky afire with promise. Deck-stacked lobster pots as slatted barriers bait-primed...

Winter Comes

Suffused with light white crystals I claim avid curiosity at a sudden change -- from a kaleidoscope of coloured season to a sweeping frosty chill all...

Sky High

I feel like riding today the sky lures me on. Clouds ripple and wink as I drive the asphalt houses fleeing by. Signs say only 70 km the thermometer...

Let This Day Be Forever

Cries of joy as memories from my childhood -- two boys eleven or twelve jumping with life while I aware of my weight tummy pushing forward grey hair...

Escape the Thunder

I sensed a deep root of love beneath her veneer of toughness honed from days of mental abuse— dad did often so after a night drinkin’ about town. Mom...

I AM A

I am a product of words exalted by the Lord: “Be fruitful and multiply.” *Genesis 1:22

Big Time Sally

Biding her time she pulls at her hair like a regular cell mate itchy with cooties – having too long in a 9 x 6 fit light-bright staring in her eyes...

Henry

is a young boy living in the County of Colchester, Nova Scotia. No friends from school come around, since Henry and his parents live off-grid,...

Yoo-Hoo

Yoo-Hoo is an early morning cheer-me-up Agnes is feeling frisky again. From a wheel-chair buggy her voice surrounds other residents awake too –...

The Rendezvous

A whisper of canoe flaunts its bold red colour grazes upon the swells as they parade in a disciplined army of marching souls— then a sweep of duck...
Cherry

Yikes

A tadpole is size ‘very small’ yet large enough to be seen by predators. One wiggled his way into liberated living away from his school-friends...

The Sky Arrives

feather-embraced in 2 – 4 – and 20’s as a swarm of bees their landing scouted an hour before overriding caution at ‘No Trespassing’ signs. They...

I Am a Mountain

of ranges – among a land of whispers. The Cascade Range where flat-topped rock foundations create a pathway to the sky – eagles swarm to introduce...
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