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!

[Antony]

I have one word for this poem, Magnificent. I don't know what else to say.
Tony

[Robert Luna]

This was perfect. I truly loved this it flowed great and the imagery of such wonderful images danced in and out of my mind's eye. I really enjoyed this piece.


Great JOb!!!

[Jeff "jazzman"..]

I truly love this poem, the flow and the feeling is awesome..... Beautiful write!

[Crazy Cat Man]

what a wonderful poem. :) so lovely and beautiful

[Gandré]

I absolutely adore this poem. Such a stream of words, it is so wonderful to speak them out, wording light like a summer breeze, I go through this poem..and think: what a beauty. I love you that you wrote something like this, about your blue friend. This is true love.

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 ! ============ this is so sweet, so loveable...the words the poetic expression, oh!

Tricking me in the best way
I stare up, chuckle, and it rains harder.
Drench me.

�Okaaay, I forgive !!�

I smile and wink, =====>>>>>> and this: innocent generous and in sanguine manner: my world.

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 ! =====>>>>>> this ending....oh you just made my day! This is such a feel-well poem. where have you been that I didn't read you? goes to favs.

[Gary H]

This sounds so pretty and cute. I think this comes from the opening stanza where the scene is set, at least before the rain floods down. I think this defines the views of a seven year old really well and the last line brings everything to a wonderful conclusion.

Really nice and enjoyable.