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For the friend I've never met
They say the sun scorches
even the reddest rose.
But not you dear friend,
never you.
The rain has kissed your lips,
the morning dew has even left
its mark upon your face,
for all to see, to envy their sweet caress.
You touch all things
though they need not touch you.
You are simple,
like the stretch of horizon
which screams out eternity's name.
You are my friend and all that friend implies.
I touch you.
I breathe you.
I die.
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Comment by: Stratus - 2007-11-06 08:05
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First of all, I feel inadequate commenting on poetry, as it's not a form of writing I'd ever really embraced.
That being said, I enjoyed what you did here, was drawn in by the voice that delivered the poem. Each line conveyed not just an image, but one that echoes in a dozen directions - leaving interpretation to the reader. I like that.
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Comment by: Valerie - 2007-06-17 04:45
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Yesterday, I looked at my beautiful roses that have been in 97 degree sun, and sure enough the red flowers were scorched, and it was disappointing to see this, because roses love the sun. So it is true what they say!
The poem is quite beautiful, and the lines that caught my sighs -"but not you, dear friend,/never you." Gorgeous lines. |
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Comment by: Tayo - 2007-06-08 04:14
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| I like this Freda, it shows so much feelings. Nice work. |
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| Beautiful and powerful. It feels like there is so much to this poem. Nice job. |
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Comment by: - 2007-04-03 06:31
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| Great poem, Freda. I'm not really into poetry, I'm too slow for it, can't grasp it. But this is beautiful and something everyone has felt. |
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