Blue Friend

 

I am seven,

Have a blue friend, Sky.

Its blue, bluer than my new dress.

 

I stare at the blue,

And it ogles back.

Surprised at my miniscule existence,

Ostensible innocence,

And, impregnable ability to pose questions.

But surprises me by its silence.

Yet we are the best friends !

 

I accompany it,

And it accompanies me even to the narrowest lanes.

Never leaves me !

 

We play hide and seek,

I hide and it seeks me.

Sometimes, not with an earnest attempt to find me,

So we fight.

And I go and sit at the highest peak,

Amidst small green shrubs,

That’s our secret meeting place,

Annoyed me, wait for an apology,

Fake egoist !

 

I hit it with small pebbles, I collected on my way.

And sulk away.

Sky and I don’t speak for hours.

 

“I’m going back home.’

 

And sky opposes, thunders hard,

Black clouds surround me to not let me go.

 

“I’m not listening.”

 

And a pure cold drop of water touches my protruded lip,

Another on my cheek,

And the tip on my little nose.

 

Tricking me in the best way.

I stare up, chuckle, and it rains harder.

Drench me.

 

“Okaaaaay, I forgive !”

 

I smile and wink.

Turn back humming,

Make way through the narrow paths,

Made by me treading up and down to my friend.

Splash on the puddles of water.

Try to catch every drop in my tiny palms curved into a bowl.

Amazed to watch the droplet on the leaf,

Slithering to another leaf,

And then to another,

Making a zigzag way.

 

I go a little down; the path is overwhelmed by rains,

I take off my slipper,

Let it go ahead, float with tiny waves.

And I wade through,

My frock pumped up to a balloon.

 

I am ecstatic!

I stare up,

Open my mouth, swallow some rain,

A gesture to forgive my blue friend

Spattering playfully, Making way back to home !

 

 

 

Reviews

[Bubo]

Genius..........the thoughts, innocence, imagary
and the uplifting feel to the whole theme.........I loved this,
so many lines that I adored and would end up copying and
pasting the whole piece!

Surprised at my miniscule existence
Ostensible innocence
And, impregnable ability to pose questions.
But surprises me by its silence.

Such imagination and so that of a child.

�I�m going back home.�

And sky opposes, thunders hard,
Black clouds surround me to not let me go.

�I�m not listening.�

And a pure cold drop of water touches my protruded lip,
Another on my cheek,
And the tip of my little nose.

You forget the sky for a moment and it feels as
if its a living breathing person close to you.
I thought this was sheer power in its innocence.

Fave for me!

[PoemRodent]

I like the projection here very deep into ones thoughts and enlightenment as well. Simplistic yet full of life. A good write.

Dostani

[Sam Freeland]

So many unique and beautiful thoughts. Yes, I like how you think and will enjoy
having you as a friend...the Cafe needs more writers with your sensitivity.

[Phil Sanders]

What a beautiful delightful poem .. a lovely gentle story unfolds .. delicious ...

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is a beautiful tale of two friends and i enjoyed it.. like that you made she sky as a person of sorts..and the child like friendship.. and the playing hide and seek.. the forgiving and the rain..swallowing some rain and happy again.. very nice!

Chloe
xoxo

[Gillzy]

(*ecstatic? did you mean?)

I love this... the simplicity of a child. The easiest things please, and they notice the most wonderful. If only everyone had the ability to view the world through a child's eyes as wonderfully as you have here. :)

Thank you x

[Sonashree]

Really very imaginative and beautiful.Out of the ordinary. loved reading it ! We are always journeying with our "blue friend" but never gave a thought to talk about it. Very expressive and well thought out .
Keep it up !

[Ryan Jaimz Knight]

I enjoyed reading this piece, the premise is good, a child's point of view on the color blue, and what it represents in their life. I especially enjoyed the line -

And a pure cold drop of water touches my protruded lip,
Another on my cheek,
And the tip of my little nose.

A very fun read, although there are some places where it needs work. I feel that the innocence of the piece, less and only the youth of the speaker was diminshed through the use of words that only an adult would say, and an excess amount of verbage that could easily be eliminated. Some of the lines have more descritption than necessary, and if this is a child speaking then the poem needs to reflect that. Also, the last stanza takes away from the overall power of the piece -

I am estatic,
I stare up,
Open my mouth, swallow some rain,
A gesture to forgive my blue friend
Spattering playfully, making way back to home !

I feel that it leaves the reader hanging. As it stands, I think that you are off to a great start, and with a little work this piece could easily improve as a narrative poem spoken by a young child exploring the unfamiliarities of their world. I am curious to see what you do with this piece. Either way, this was fun to read. Thank you for taking the time to write, put up, and share this piece with everyone here on the WC. Have a wonderful and creative day.
Ciao!
BJH

[Kate]

Remniscient of childhood memories, and a beautiful poem. The imagery is great, and the personality of blue friend is adorable. I like this work very much.

Kate

[Kim Jsn Richardson]

Sweet innocence and so childlike and playful all the way through. How lucky you are to evoke such sweetness and clean good fun from the eyes of a young child. I hope that we all remember these days and the way fun is meant to be within our imaginations. I think of Shel Silverstein and the poetry in Where the Sidewalk Ends. Really nice writing.

[Crystal L. Test]

I thought this piece was beautiful, imaginative and very well done. The personification of the sky as a best friend truly captured the thinking of a child. They know no boundaries and are free to think this way. I liked the flow and the loose structure. I think it really added to it.

great job and thanks for sharing.