two joined, separated
a brother now one
and his brother's friend
a friend that loved
filled that emptiness
that hearth and home
could not mend
one fateful day
their ways crossed
to wayward wend
what tears run streaks
on your redded cheeks
why the furtive pulse
in your eyes it shows
so plain a plan
to bring him back
though a means to do
so sorely lack
keep alive that
sacred part you filled
his heart and thus
wherever he may be
there shall you also
remain his friend
no brother, nor blood
no rain, nor wind
would understand
Thanks for all the comments and responses, guys. I am trully appreciative and taking on board the nuances of your contributions. I am hoping my future poems will have incorporated many if not all the implications of your feedback. Cheers, CB.
It seems to me that this person lost someone
Close to him. And wants him back but it is
Simply not possible to do so. Yet they share
A bond so deep and profound that will remain with
them forever. Even through life and death.
My life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..