#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — A Special Friend

Keeping up with this mission of embarrassing myself with all this old poetry… this is my WordPress poetic version of posting on Instagram the horrible childhood pics on Throwback Thursday!  I hope you  find this as entertaining as I do! (and as always… feedback welcomed and appreciated)
A Special Friend
(Original post date/time: 2004-11-30 10:47:00)

Can a heart break when mere friendship dissipates?
When the warmth of conversations grows cold
When the excitement of the newness grow old
When meaningful discussion into silence slips
Lost in the imagining of the taste of lips
Hands on hips
Short day trips
Suddenly the beat of the heart grows short
As the outreach of words gains a noiseless retort
The quiet roll of a hushed panic
Making emotion erratic and manic
Softly though
Molasses slow
Letting sadness grow
Feeling overflow
The interest of one has waned
Leaving the other moving lost to be insane
But only that small insanity
Created in the mind by vanity
A knowing in the heart of worthiness of attention
Pride being not loose so that this broil will not mention
Will not say aloud
Will remain too proud
Or…
Will the hubris break?
And sense of this make
Willing to reach beyond conceit
In the middle to meet
Beyond the pride
Sharing what’s inside
The sweetest flower
Growing slowly
Moving and stirring
As the breeze moves the leaves
Quietly rustling deep within
Feeling for a special friend
Amen

 

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Can a heart break when mere friendship dissipates?
When the warmth of conversations grows cold
When the excitement of the newness grow old
When meaningful discussion into silence slips
Lost in the imagining of the taste of lips
Hands on hips
Short day trips
Suddenly the beat of the heart grows short
As the outreach of words gains a noiseless retort
The quiet roll of a hushed panic
Making emotion erratic and manic
Softly though
Molasses slow
Letting sadness grow
Feeling overflow
The interest of one has waned
Leaving the other moving lost to be insane
But only that small insanity
Created in the mind by vanity
A knowing in the heart of worthiness of attention
Pride being not loose so that this broil will not mention
Will not say aloud
Will remain too proud
Or…
Will the hubris break?
And sense of this make
Willing to reach beyond conceit
In the middle to meet
Beyond the pride
Sharing what’s inside
The sweetest flower
Growing slowly
Moving and stirring
As the breeze moves the leaves
Quietly rustling deep within
Feeling for a special friend
Amen

 

 

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SIDE NOTE… I do not remember if this poem was actually for someone or just made up based on a common situation people go through… knowing me, it was about someone in specific… he apparently wasn’t THAT special of a friend since I don’t remember now! (although to be fair, it HAS been almost 10 years! :-P)

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