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Richard L. Provencher—
Poet, Tururo, Nova Scotia
“Richard L. Provencher’s first Poetry Chapbook, “In the Light of Day”
is available from Mercutio Press in Montreal. He has poems in print
and online with PusanWeb, Windsor Review, The Dublin Quarterly,
Pittsburgh Quarterly, The Cormorant, Poems Neiderngasse, Caper Times
and Utmost Christian Writers. Richard and his wife, Esther, live in
Truro, Nova Scotia.”
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The Wooden Ramp
His yard is a
landscape of
Ragweed, clustered
Dandelions, home of peeled paint
Wheelchair ramp
at an
Extreme angle. He
Faces the open doorway
Afghan arms need
several
Tries to roar up the
Inclination, a painful
Tumble not part of the plan.
Laying on his
porch remembers how
It used to be -- wife and kids
Picnics, fun and laughter,
Now useless legs, quarts of booze
Son Harry growing
too quickly.
Joan's loving arms a dream
Storm clouds
The only activity around.
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Remembering Julia
A darling sweet
girl, only sixteen
“In the flower of her youth,” they said
Except right now
I’m sure she’s
In Heaven, alongside Angels and singing
With caring words, the same
“I love you,” she often said to momma
When she was sick with the miseries.
Yes, Julia. I
remember you and those
Madonna features, that smile, your
Full lips and beautiful teeth
How brave you
were when they
Cut off your leg from cancer, even the
Thought of losing your long hair
To chemo, golden and streaming in
The daily sun, did not take away your smile.
Now you’re gone,
but are you really
As you linger on the tailcoat of my mind?
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