poetic vagaries

bonds of friendship

(has not been edited--written in the spur of the moment in response to a poem titled "is this called lost friendship")


sorrow,
a burning desire to rip the planes of time.
guilt,
blame asks for a soul to burden.
anger,
rage at the all engulfing helplesness.

I miss our street roaming days,
from window to window, stall to stall
never missing the obvious nor the regal.
Our lazy days, sunbathing on communal grass,
Ben and Jerry our companions Du jour.
Coffee never plain but majestically grande,
Chocolate enriched with marshmallows,
Who cared for the hips when the lips
Kissed the divine itself.
From The Strand till London Bridge,
The South Bank till cross of Brent
No-one escaped, our lazy eyes,
Nor tongues sharpened on laughter.
Quiet days, secrets shared on the banks
While watching river birds pick debris.

Time and circumstance,
With all their cruel pompousness
Can cut ties as strong as steel.
Once melted the snow disappears,
Leaving nought but fading memories.
A friend lost through time and distance,
yet so close, heart beats are heard.

We roam the net as once we trawled the capital,
Searching for nothing more than a minute together.
One day, we shall meet again,
Old and worn by tide and time,
Each with a bevy of young 'uns,
And no more pyjama parties.

But it is not lost friendship,
For although I have lost closeness once had
and shall never regain it,
Traces left by snow will remain
Urging us on to newer pastures of relationships.
Ties can be reformed,
Perhaps not in steel but with fibre otpics.
And with the melted snow,
We will water our cyber flowers.

posted by sloth108 @ 1:53 PM