Baring of Souls Is a Balm for Life

A Poem by bigfootprint

Life for us blossoms and then fades with the years. But, the beautiful memories will sustain us to the end.

You know. people say it's only friendship.

Sometimes we hardly talk, but I for one --

being a poet at heart -- am so often

stuck by the beauty of dear welling souls.

The whisper of loving hearts is immutable.

I feel sad for those who cannot share the joy

and the fulfillment we radiate each day.

We come to share deepest enlightenments.

As we spend our days serving mundane

duties and other little moments of

frustration and pain, we look to our

bonds with others to sustain us. Through

the new friends we make each day and the

past friends we keep in our hearts, we come

to know the wit and wonder of ourselves.

Each dear one sparkles with luster of humor

and insight. Our greatest joys in life

are the little moments of love, pride

and elation at the bounty of friendship

long after our voices are silenced. Life

for us blossoms and then fades with the

years, but the beautiful memories will

sustain us to the end. I always intend

to give back some of the beauty that

dear friends bring to me. So, my memories

of Writer's Cafe and friends here become

precious as gems. Those memories will

we go with me long past the time I can come

and share the baring of souls with you all.

© 2019 bigfootprint

Author's Note

Baring the soul as a creative artist hones mind and heart on the whetstone of human frailty. I know I cannot write a meaningful sentence without revealing who I am.

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Eilis

I really appreciate the sincerity of this poem coupled with the author’s note. Creativity is an enriching part of life in itself, but is certainly heightened when we can share it with people we feel understand or relate.

Your poem showcases the intimacy of the process of sharing. Sharing in a place like this, we are only our words and voices so many of the things that influence people’s opinions of us in the physical world are absent. Imagination forms the experience many times.

This is a lovely poem. Much enjoyed by me. Nice to meet you, Doug.