stop for a while, a moment so you could rest your head on my shoulder, you need me, to hold your hand, as much as i need you, sit on the stoop with me, listen to this poem i wrote for you, let me tell you, this day was made for you, to celebrate the day you came, to riddle us with a mystery, fill our hearts with cradles of songs, meant to be felt all alone, sighing in the breeze, i am out of tune, out of lines, you tell me i wasn't born, with a story like Isaac or Moses, i wasn't meant to say anything, out of wisdom, out of love, we were silent, all afternoon we were not only friends, that day
What an honor! This poem SHOWS us wholehearted friendship & loving feelings, so generous, in ways most people don't get to experience on a regular basis. Since I'm barely on my first cup of coffee of the day & my mountain cabin is cold & damp, I'm unable to write a fitting review to compare with your table laden with soul-nourishing sentiments. Thank you for the nurturing you offer so freely (((HUGS)))
The line that stands out for me is that people need each other . . . something often forgotten in today's rushed & impersonal online world! Thank you for needing me & for showing me how much I need you!
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
oh marge - i am touched and so happy you like the poem offering - i am really happy to know you and .. read moreoh marge - i am touched and so happy you like the poem offering - i am really happy to know you and mandy - it's a pleasure sharing thoughts with you, gals - you are right, people these days are afraid of each other, because the world has been not a safe place for everyone, all the crime and attitude that robs us of love, friendship, trust, and humanity - thank you so much for the lovely comment and wonderful visit
friends who don't need to say a thing to be friends -- a lovely vision, although I have a feeling no one could get a word in edgewise with most of us ...:) A really lovely scene you paint here. Thank you.
i like the ending...for real friends, often the unspoken is understood with more clarity than any verbal utterance could translate.
"old friends, old friends, sat on the park bench like bookends" (simon and garfunkel)
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
thank you so much, jacob, for your wonderful review and lovely visit - much appreciated :) read morethank you so much, jacob, for your wonderful review and lovely visit - much appreciated :)
NOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..