My Friend
Today I am writing a love poem
Recently I was told my childhood Bff
Died two years ago
Died of lung cancer
I wonder what happened to our friendship
How life takes unexpected turns
Why didn’t I see her anymore
And then I remember…
Certainly nothing to share with her children
So, I go further back
We were inseparable children
Shared every secret
Again, nothing to share with her children
Secrets are to be kept
Sacred things
Created to protect the innocent
There was that one day
And from that day forward
We didn’t see each other again
I have often wondered
What happened to her
Was she happy
How were how her children
Could we ever span this gulf?
April 9, 2019
Games/dVerse
Games
I check the time
A little after eight
I don’t want to be late
The day is full
I don’t play games much anymore
I grew up in a family
Who loved to play card games
And you always needed an ace to win
April 9, 2019
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Dreams/imaginary gardens with real toads
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Dreams/imaginary gardens with real toads
Dreams
I have often wondered
Which are the real dreams?
Is life lived during the day
As we go about our business
Or are the dreams the ones
We have while sleeping
Dreams and memories
So much alike
What is real?
What is really real?
Dreams while sleeping
Are so much like memories?
A little hard to remember?
A little fogy
The questions remain
Did it really happen that way?
April 9, 2019
18 comments:
I am so so so so sorry. This really hits home. One of my high school bffs died last week. I just saw him this winter; it makes it harder.
You just can't stop the what-ifs, whys, and memories from devouring you. But at some point, we can let go of guilt and sorrow and start to let the joyful memories swallow us. This morning, I was giggling to myself over a cute, sweet memory he and I shared, after crying my broken heart out for days in a row. I know you will get there. Just don't be afraid of the feelings. Let them have their way with you. Go through the stages. You'll get to a good one.
Thanks so much for your comment. Sweet words...
I love all these honest, thoughtful, wistful pieces.
Your words resonated. I had just contacted my high school alum group to find who remains of my class of "51 (yes, that's 1951) and learned my two BFFs in highschool have gone on to what comes next. Life led me away from home and I had not seen them for more years than I can say, yet I feel the loss. I sometimes feel I have more loved ones on the "other side". Still, life has its sweet moments.
It is rattling when we hear of someone from our past dying. I remember walking in a graveyard once, years ago, and seeing a headstone of my first boyfriend. Yikes. I always love reading you, my friend.
Enjoyed these poems, they could be interconnected.. the thoughts of your lost friend, the question of dream and reality,, I felt melancholy and empathy with them all,,
I was puzzled as to which one you were submitting for the 9th day prompt so I am commenting on the first one. It is always an odd unsettling feeling when an old friend dies.
I grew up playing games, too, and still try to coax my teens to play, sometimes. :) Loved this Q.
Toni Thank you for your comment. I always try to put the site up, at the top of the poem, but maybe I should put more info.
Thanks for your comment De.
Ellecee Thanks for your comments, and thanks for pointing out the connection between the poems.
Sherry Thank you Dear Sherry, I guess that is the way of it, people go on dying, behind our backs.
Dear Indy Bev, So good to see you!! Thanks for your comments. It seems as we age, perhaps we are the only ones left.
Thanks for your comments Rosemary!! Perhaps "wistful" is the right expression? We follow our own path, and so do others...but sometimes I think what would have happened, if it had not been that way?
I, too see the overlapping of thoughts-of loss and dreams and how we paint our reality~
Do you paint your poems?
I am sorry, for your loss~
two powerful topics... friendships and dreams. Enjoyed both poems.
Thanks for your comment Ella.
Thank you Margaret, for your comment.
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