Sunday, July 16, 2017

The Sunday Poet: Dan Provost


Poet Dan Provost


 
Dan Provost has been published throughout the small press for years.  He is the author of eight books and currently lives in Bellingham, Massachusetts.




A Thought in the Snow




The little things don’t matter anymore…

Breathing in air from a recent storm…

Lying in wait, looking at the clouds that form

Attainable shapes and images…

No,

These are things good people adjust to

When they are torn within—or barren

Only for a moment, of battle of soul…


You walk tainted, alone…

Turning up your collar to keep

Away the deadening cold,

And your thoughts are of penance…

A pathetic form of forgiveness to

A spirit that is unattainable…


Not to be seen nor heard

From the legions that swell all

Around you.


They see the time of day and

A moment of accepted clarity…


You see an army of nothing

Alone

Living

Dying

A quest for the steps

Of a nowhere that

Has been resolved

By the damned few

Who’s terrible escape

Is all too fast

and much too sudden…

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