The Joy of Memory

By Richard L. Provencher

Mon, 02 Jul 2012
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November
wind is like a gust
of friendship

stroking river’s
bank sliding earth
into a tumble of
nothing

memory muddy as
a scar on a clean
surface the only sign it

was ever there

reminds me my precious
love so far away

like a memory distant
in the joy of
your lasting smile.

© Richard L. Provencher

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POETRY - A Passage of Motion 3
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Submitted by jolono on
Richard you always end your poetry with classic lines, you've done it again!

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Merci. Merci, for your encouraging support, jolono. Right now, I am putting together a collection of my poems posted on ABCTales. Then make the E-mail rounds of submission for some kind, well-known print publisher to publish. I did have one collection of poems in a chapbook get published, and unfortunately these small publishers go out of business too often. Thus, one's chapbook is no longer available, except on your personal library. Cheers, Rich
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