Saturday, June 11, 2011

Saturday June 11, 2011 Writer's Island



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Writer's Island prompt #24 incomparable

Old Friends

There are no friends like old friends
Something that can not be made in a day
But rather something that is created slowly over time
Like a stew that bubbles all afternoon
Fills the house with wonderful aromas

Something to be cherished and savored
Your friendship is incomparable
So much unnecessary to be said
Since we share a common history
And still when I see you words
Tumble from my mouth
So much I want to share
Words that are like children
Each wanting to be first
So much pushing and shoving

I take your hand
Look into your eyes
You know me
No apologies offered
Nothing to be said
You are my friend
And I am yours

I dedicate this piece to my "old friend" Vanita.

11 comments:

Helen said...

I am sending - and re-dedicating - your beautiful poem to my old friend Linda.
Thank you for writing it.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Very beautiful - the very best kind of friendship, so well expressed.

Mary said...

This is a beautiful poem for a friend. Old friends, with whom one shares a lot of history, definitely are treasures. Vanita is lucky to have you as such a friend!

flaubert said...

Beautiful and heartfelt, Annell.

Pamela

Laurie Kolp said...

So sweet and sincere... like true friends!

Brian Miller said...

there is something in the analogy of a stew that works well with friends...soaking in the flavors until just right...nice write annell

Jae Rose said...

Wonderful..years of friendship bubbling like stew..just gets better with time and more things to add to the pot Jae ;)

Unknown said...

Annell,
This is ideal... lovingly describes the truth of those lucky enough to enjoy long term. lifetime friendships.

Susannah said...

"And still when I see you words
Tumble from my mouth
So much I want to share
Words that are like children
Each wanting to be first
So much pushing and shoving"

...this is a wonderful write, I loved it!:-)

Kodjo Deynoo said...

I spent the day in the kitchen with my partner smiling all the lovely smell of aroma

brittneyj said...

What a lovely poem. A true ode to friendship. I love it.

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