To a friendA Poem by Willis WalkerA piece written for a friend that passed. Intended to be spoken as a number of lines run over to keep a sense of free metre.It’s Tuesday afternoon, you had a sense of knowing in your
eyes Omniscient to my approach, you’d pass the time chasing flies Hear the car turn the corner, kicking gravel silhouettes You’d catch the smile in my eyes, and reply with a pirouette Crash into my arms, my gracious little fool We’d remember all the times on that second spool Unabated by my absence, the reprisal long gone From your eyes and always from my song I’d always contemplate the rhyme scheme for your jaunty step I’d refine it to an art-form, it would vanish as we met I know there is no name for those couplets three But I’d call it happiness, I’d call it climbing trees Out in a field where we would watch the day depart Your head on my lap and my fingers on your heart The wind would ruffle through a silver speckled home for
me I’d call it comfort, I’d call it tranquillity And your eyes showed signs of always waiting And your eyes showed signs that you were always a friend And your eyes showed signs of the life that you made for me And your eyes showed signs that there was never an end I have lived inside concrete air that was never a home But it was the same to me, as I was never alone I would just have to think of you falling on your feet As you let out a wail and then you’d crawl on my seat ‘I want all three’ you’d say with a pixie grin But you couldn’t handle that, and you know what I meant Other days you would cry for a sense of peace Only I could calm your nerves, and watch you drift to sleep Out on the carpet while the world turned around our point One hand across your breast, the other counting coins For the man across the water planning your matinee He called it a fair price, he called it revelry I held a compass to my chest, prayed the sun would always
last In a suspended embrace with the future and the past I’d look for daisies and you would hunt for sticks You’d drag me a prize that was always too big Yet you would carry it with pride, with a sparkle in your
eyes Because you knew you made me laugh through the cracks in my
smile I could always count on you, my friend, a statue on the
porch You were the lighthouse and the music, the echo of the torch
That I’d leave at the end of our bed on those stormy nights I’d call it a point of reference, I’d call it compromise A woman painting and her sister dreaming up the scene Every day they’d fill the palette and every day they’d wipe
it clean I flipped through books and learn all that I’d need You would never understand but you would smile with glee At the thought of my intentions to the crowded room Of beggars, thieves and lovers, a soliloquy in tune With your rhythm repeated under the click of my heels I made it out of memory, it may as well have been real And I can’t help think of the smile you left for me And I can’t help think that you were always there And I can’t help think of your feathered melody And I can’t help think that you were always there Your eyes showed signs of always waiting And your eyes showed signs that you were always a friend © 2016 Willis WalkerFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on May 2, 2016 Last Updated on May 2, 2016 Tags: poem, couplets, emotional, free metre, friend AuthorWillis WalkerLondon, London, United KingdomAboutA wee 20 year old student in London trying to find his feet. more..Writing
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