Just Hanging On

By Richard L. Provencher

Tue, 24 Jul 2012
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Peeking over a wall
I see children
playing in the sand

castles taking shape
sun dancing
across ebb tide’s
clam-shelled beach

and I marvel about
their smoothed over
imperfections.

Beholding these
images my fingers
struggle to hold on

legs stretching
toes barely touching
the elusive earth.

At sundown dusk
captures the horizon
and I finally drop

a mere few inches to
sounder footing
back to the memories
of my own youth.

© Richard L. Provencher

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POETRY - A Passage of Motion 3
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Comments

Submitted by jolono on
Lovely Richard, gentle and welcoming as usual. Really liked it.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, jolono. Gentle and welcoming is a really neat comment. Richard
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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
And Oh! what sweet memories they must have been Richard, just like this poem. I so agree with jolono, gentle and welcoming sums this poem up nicely. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Jenny, thank you. As I continue in the twilight of my years, I reminisce more about that gentle way of life. And it is good to capture those many moments in a poem, enjoyed by nice people like yourself. Richard.
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Submitted by Parson Thru on
Thanks for taking there Richard. Wistful, thoughtful. A pleasure to read.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Hello PT, so very nice to see you enjoyed my poem. All the best. Richard
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Submitted by Parson Thru on
Thanks for taking me there Richard. Wistful, thoughtful. A pleasure to read.

Parson Thru