Richard Provencher Poems

Sometimes I want to
go to a fish market
and disappear among
the scales. To test
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are words of thunder, slivers
of glass beneath relationships in
life, a reminder of our imperfections,
sinful and destructive natures.
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I stand before shadows
on the wall - sodden edges
sharpened with memories
and contemplate
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he said. Stop your moaning
men don't cry -
especially over a cat
a flea-bitten pile of fur
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I would like to be
in the present tense
where actions
create special moments -
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A shyness at sunset peeks
across faraway hills, descending
in layers of fire, mosquitoes
skittering as pinpricks
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I am a voice
with meaning

as the storm approaches
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by Katrina's wind and rain
the dead departed
amid the ruin of crisis- -families
desperate for life
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Eyes cower

and limbs extend
to movement.
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Life is a tap dance -
a necklace of radiant sun

a poem begun with surroundings
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