Agreeable Strangers

Written for 2 friends diagnosed with terminal illnesses at the same time.

This time of emotional melange,

Friends, flitting throughout our lives

Teachings from wisest words & gentle muse,

The meandering lanes we aimlessly walk

When we feel inept of a steadfast path

Uncertainty becomes suffocating

 

That light! a being, our sage to lead

Unwittingly friendship roused

Agreeable stranger's sharing, caring

Kindled from ashes of broken dreams

We walk together, our avenue  green

Us, entwined in strolling minds

 

Reawakening profoundness of passion

A Purpose to achieve

Creativity from the bosom once  more.

With you, my agreeable friend

I smile from deep within my heartland

I find that place within me, to love you & be your friend.

Reviews

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend,
I really liked the piece word of art! The first line grasp my attention, it would not let go. I loved your choice of word with the use of “mélange”. A perfect word rarely used today it would seem. I posted is meaning below.
As I pondered this write this thought came to me. People coming into our lives seem to be there either for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
Professor Galic walked into my life and changed they way I view the world, he was a reason. My children’s mother, and I call her that out of respect as she gave me my children and I think calling your children’s mother the X is wrong, was my best friend. I never dreamed we would not be a lifetime. She was a season. My friend Oslie, whom I named my lead dog after walked into a small café where I was having breakfast. We started talking and have been best friends every since. Might he be a lifetime? All have added something to my life they have made this curmudgeon a better man.
This in my opinion is your best work I have read so far, well worth my muse. I am impressed with your ability to feel the pulse of life, them put into words the reverberate truth.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

mélange |māˈlänj| (also melange)
noun
a mixture; a medley : a mélange of tender vegetables and herbs. See note at jumble .
ORIGIN from French mélange, from mêler ‘to mix.’

[TrimarcoRansome]

Thank you, Laughing Bear. I wrote a blog about that very saying only last week, reason, season lifetime. I believe we cross paths for a reason and we all take [or give] something from each person we meet. I learn from everyone and hope to give more than I receive in life to each person whom I encounter.
Melange indeed equals a mixture, in this case of emotions and thoughts.
I physically feel the emotions as I write about them, it is these poems I do not edit or mess around with...They were meant to be, just so.

Helen

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

We walk together our avenue green.......so poignant to find us entwined in strolling minds......

I find that place within me, to love you & be your friend.

Awwww.

[TrimarcoRansome]

Thank you, we find ourselves in strolling minds, don't we! what a beautiful walk in the sunshine ;-)