Sunday, July 15, 2012

Friend

                                                                          (Image Source: http://www.funtoosh.com/)


The burning wax, the setting sun,
The legs weary, and yet they run,
Orchards buzzing with bees and mangoes,
Here we go, sprouting wings like flamingos.

One stone, and two, hurled with a force,
Of innocent theft, gifts rained in scores,
Sweetness caressed our daily desire,
Sipping mangoes, our friendship on fire.

Oh, those long lost days of togetherness,
The sandy roads, dust flying behind our pace,
Where are you now, where, where, where?
I miss those days, the laughter and joys, now so rare.

Hand in hand we set afloat,
Dreaming high, navigating paper boat,
The muddy terrains, we sailed all day,
The rock cut memories, now laid at bay.

Smiles and tears, sharing, lending,
The games we played, without winning or losing,
The constant companionship I crave for now,
I wish I could go back, but don't know how.

Oh, those long lost days of togetherness,
The sandy roads, dust flying behind our pace,
Where are you now, where, where, where?
I miss those days, the laughter and joys, now so rare.


This Poem is written for One Single Impression and the Prompt is Friend.





33 comments:

  1. Fantastic poem ~ so much emotion and written so well ~~ thanks, ^_^ (A Creative Harbor)

    PS ~ Thanks for the 'tag' but i don't do 'tags', awards or any of that ~ just too much time involved ~ thank you for thinking of me ~

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks Carol :-)

      Regarding the tag, I completely understand the time it consumes. However, it would be great to know more about you through some of your own posts :-)

      Delete
  2. Brings back the years...
    "Where are you now, where, where, where?
    I miss those days, the laughter and joys, now so rare."
    Awesome.

    ReplyDelete
  3. very nice images and memories!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Many can relate to this, Green! You've practically covered all that revolved around friendship. For which a yearning to re-live is always there! Great!

    Hank

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks for your beautiful words Hank :-)

      Delete
  5. Lovely lovely poem, the innocence and warmth of friendship, so beautifully expressed.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Reminds me of those lost companionship which we could have preserved but rather we let them go. Some interesting rhymes out there! :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I too was transported back to those childhood days ... thanks for visiting Monika :-)

      Delete
  7. Legs weary, and yet they run. I love that line. It is sums up childhood friendship. We played until we dropped, literally. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment on my poem. Annette

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks Annette ... I am pleased you liked the poem :-)

      Delete
  8. This comment has been removed by the author.

    ReplyDelete
  9. You have to page back a few days to see the horses -- they're here: http://aspenmeadows.blogspot.com/2012/07/jackson-rides-again.html

    ReplyDelete
  10. lovely lively nostalgic reminiscing. well wrought.

    ReplyDelete
  11. love rhymes, and yours topped out on my list of favorite rhymes yet.....light and deep at the same time....triggered some wonderful memories ..... there will never be a relationship like that with such ease of action, such go-with-the-flow mentality, mostly ego, and happy without reservation......who wouldn't miss that?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. You are correct ... we all miss those moments so much !!!

      Delete
  12. Wonderful storytelling and a soulful question behind it!

    ReplyDelete
  13. Very nice poem about lost love, full of emotion. I like the repetition, "where are you now..." It's called an anaphora poem when you repeat a line. Well done :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks for the wonderful insight :-)

      Delete
  14. these wat we actually done.. i can count evrything..:)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I am glad you can relate to these :-)

      Delete
  15. Wistful and nourishing memories. A time of innocence we yearn for.

    ReplyDelete