Three Sisters

Cherry

By Richard L. Provencher

Sat, 06 Apr 2013
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16 comments
 

Susan shuffles from
side to side --
the occupied bed
restrictive after
several weeks usage
tubes in all directions
breathing---pain
and other limitations
making their
presence known

two sisters Bonita
and Patricia -- concerned
loving and awaiting
verbal response --
did the operations work?
will she be
able to speak again?

Susan’s ears hear --
glazed eyes
focus on silhouettes
a tickle forms
inside her mouth
a jumble of words
difficult to form
but she must respond
somehow -- aha
trembles then
sits up looks around
oodles of love for sisters
then roars like a lion.

© Richard L. Provencher

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Comments

Submitted by Esther on
I liked the pace of this poem, descriptive and the use of all senses.

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you Esther for your statement of enjoyment. And you too, Tony, for the cherries. Richard
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Submitted by VeraClark on
This is just lovely.Sisters have secret signs.And a lion is never out of place.Great rhythm and such an unexpected, yet fitting ending for sisterly love.

 

Submitted by The Walrus on
Lovely piece, Richard, well-earned cherries - a very difficult subject to write fluently about, but such circumstances often wring beautiful pieces from our overrought minds. as I've said before, writing is very therapeutic.

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, ABC friends, The Walrus & VeraClark. A difficult subject, but then life vs all odds is a mountain to surmount, eh? Richard
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Submitted by scratch on
I couldn't do that Richard, write so eloquently about such personally harrowing subject matter. I am in awe.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Merci bien, scratch. (translation---thank you so much in French) Richard
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Submitted by scratch on
Di nada, Richard. (translation---its nothing in Spanish) scratch.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
When dad was in WW 11 in England with the Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF) he was issued a patch with a Russian phrase for airmen in the event they were shot down over Russia---it said--Ya Anglichiann--which meant, "I am English." Dad was seconded to British Intelligence for two years (I think my spelling of the second word is suspect). Richard
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Submitted by scratch on
That generation lived a dozen lives compared to most Richard.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Yes scratch, and there was a real feeling of comradeship as friends and family members could not wait to sign up and go overseas to fight for freedom. Dad and five brothers all joined the Canadian forces and thankfully all returned home. We used to laugh about Uncle Joe being a mailman, until we learned only the bravest men dared to drive their motor cycle to the front lines and beyond to deliver mail to the troops. He got blown off his cyle and suffered moderate lung damage, but did live to around 75 and had two children. Richard.
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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Note, I made a correction in my second paragraph. Patricia is my third sister. I inadvertently placed Susan there. Richard
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Submitted by Denzella on
Well done on the poem Richard. Moya
 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
You are always so encouraging, Moya, thank you. Richard
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Submitted by Seymour Frampton on
This is harrowing, made bearable by art. Thank you. Seymour Frampton

I have been published in the magazine, 'Shimmering Moth'. A now defunkt magazine that was could only be purchased in Eastern Toronto, Canada.

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Very kind of you to comment, Seymour. I believe writing transcends all emotions, incidents and time. In the telling we collectively share the sacrifice of joy and pain. Cheers, Richard
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