To Be Your Friend

What would it be like

to be with you

as a friend

a confidante?

 

I'd love to talk with you

to walk with you

as we make our way

towards the rainbow

 

Will you trust me

with your secrets?

With your cares

and worries?

 

I would share

my emotions.

But could you

cry with me?

 

Your tears would blend

with the rain that falls

Our laughter

echoing like thunder

 

I'd hold your hand

if only to see

how well

it fits.

 

I'd hug you

to know

how well our bodies

conform

 

Mostly I would listen

to your heart,

your voice.

Friend. Forever.

August 7, 2012

Here I sit, in the heat…drinking a cold homebrew, and wondering what to write. I have a couple poems on the go, but I need to do some editing on them.  None of them is close to my best stuff, but hopefully I can change that. I am exercising patience. I think I have to get into the habit (again) of writing down my ideas when they come to me. I had some really positive thoughts earlier today, but failed to make a note of them. Not good, because now I have forgotten them. Hopefully they return. But not at 2 in the morning. That would make me angry. But for now, I am serene and relaxed. I hope it lasts.

FF

Redemption

what can withstand

the hottest fire

steel is melted

into swords

 

love and passion

melt into nothing

from the heat

of the forge

 

burning inside

tears fall

into a pool

of despair

 

on your knees

an anguished soul

water drenches

flames to embers

 

the fury of hate

of lust, of anger

holds no sway

on the penitent

 

look to the cross

sacrifice of one

for many

rejoice always

August 4, 2012

Holidays are almost over. It is time to get back to some serious writing. I hope to continue working on some short stories and of course, poetry. Life is going to settle into a regular routine again and that should make it much easier to get into the habit of writing. I will start keeping my eyes and ears open for inspiration. Much greater effort needs to be put in. Holidays were great, but I accomplished pretty much nothing. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Now it changes. Now it simply becomes the best. End of story.
FF

August 1, 2012

Yep. Holidays turned out like I thought. Minimal writing, no inspiration and very little desire to write. I am expecting to start working on some poems once I am back home and back into a bit of a normal routine. I must say that our vacation in Coaldale has been fantastic. It was great hanging out out with the folks and seeing my brother in law and his family again. We don't see each other often, but I am very happy we did this past week. Maybe that's the inspiration I need. Family ties, good times and good food and drink. I will sleep on that.
FF