Beth, a Friend
By Richard L. Provencher
Fri, 06 May 2011
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I know that lady walking
the streets talking to herself
in a language of her own.
Her cat no longer carried in her
arms. The lucky thing had
someone to pat and scratch
its back; heard Minou passed on.
It was hard on Beth--now
talking to herself in lonesome
monologues, feet almost
racing across the sidewalk.
My wife and I share Hi’s
noticing she has an empty chip
bag in her hand. To collect
cigarette butts, she says
in answer to inquiring glances.
Got to do about this
Green thing, so I recycle
them; then she hurries away
to find a few more.
© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
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)interesting! Might be
)interesting! Might be improved by shortening sentences..
I know that lady walking
the streets talking to herself
in a language of her own,(.)
H er cat no longer carried in her
arms, (.) (T) he lucky thing had
something like this.... have fun it's your decision...
good job! (as the kids american laptop used to say)
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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Hi Richard. I like this poem
Hi Richard. I like this poem almost as much as I admire the way you are gving a voice to those who need our prayers. Great work all round.
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Couldn't agree with oldpesky
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Couldn't agree with oldpesky more, and more power to your pen, Richard;-)
Tina
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Really enjoyed this, Richard
Permalink Submitted by RachelPatricia on
Really enjoyed this, Richard - strikes several chords all at once :)
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