Your friendship, stuffed into the pockets of my soul...

Your friendship, stuffed into the pockets of my soul...

A Poem by InkSlinger
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Reminiscing about a friend, lost in my childhood..

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I sat wondering, contemplating..
Nothing really entertaining my mind
just a variety of thoughts, plain
melancholy, sullen, just pondering.
I watched a lone leaf
brilliant orange, with fringes of red
drift gently, twisting on an unseen breeze
from the highest of high
floating effortlessly down from it's home
landing there before my feet.
I found myself looking out
past the old stone wall
bending along the edge of the woods
looking hard into the depths
shrouded in the shadows of autumn trees
Soon the leaves will fall,
reminding me of my long lost friend.
I found myself wafting back to an earlier time
when childhood thoughts were as common
as the very day was long....
when time stood still...
carefree without responsibilities
when life was still ahead of me..
waiting to be explored, touched, and tasted
and you stood beside me.

Unmoored from my post I found myself drifting
much like the leaf falling from on high
whisked to and fro on an unseen breeze
before landing on a hard reality.
Reminiscing, I found myself in the memory of you.
Often, asking myself painful questions
Answers always diluted in self preservation
I petitioned for just another moment
but, you slipped away, barely noticed.
Why is it that people come and go?
Their life cut way to short
never long enough to grow roots
here on moment, gone the next
their friendship left to die.
I try not to let myself dwell in the past
chasing the thoughts of our childhood
weighting heavy on a weary mind
a collection of memories
stuffed into the pockets of my soul
shuffle between yesterday's heartache
and tomorrow's dream.
For you, I have held onto your light
keeping your memory alive
never forgetting your toothy smile
that lent itself to those unworthy,
unselfishly, infectious, and honest...
I never had the chance to say goodbye

I sat wondering, contemplating,
melancholy, sullen, just pondering
what if I had been the one
that slipped away, unnoticed
would you hold onto the light
cherish the childhood laughter
that we long ago shared
honor my name with a tender tear
or would you let me slip away
forgotten in the wash of time
carried away on the tears you cried?
Would you remember me?...
What if.... we should meet again
would you recognize my face
weathered in age, creased in worry
washed in the confusion of death
would you know me?
would you take my hand and guide me
shuffling along that path of eternity
like we did, long ago when childhood
kissed at our faces.

© 2010 InkSlinger


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You craft your thoughts ever so skillfully into gentle, tender, deeply moving tear-jerking creations - there is no escape, no way to prevent being drawn to your caring heart, no way to prevent being captured by the depth of your soul.
You will be remembered by anyone who ever made the effort to know you...you will be stuffed into the pockets of the soul of anyone who ever cared and loved you....
(I guess, what I'm saying, is this: you will be thoroughly stuffed...whether you realize it, or not!)
Another exquisitely composed write, a truly beautiful lament
xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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You craft your thoughts ever so skillfully into gentle, tender, deeply moving tear-jerking creations - there is no escape, no way to prevent being drawn to your caring heart, no way to prevent being captured by the depth of your soul.
You will be remembered by anyone who ever made the effort to know you...you will be stuffed into the pockets of the soul of anyone who ever cared and loved you....
(I guess, what I'm saying, is this: you will be thoroughly stuffed...whether you realize it, or not!)
Another exquisitely composed write, a truly beautiful lament
xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

This is wonderful. So sad, but beautiful like the rain that falls in the early morning while the air is still tinted blue with the touch of the night. The loss and wonderings are so innocent and pure. Very beautifully done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


I agree with everyone on this piece. Gracefully written and concluded.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I simply love the way you write~ :-)

Posted 13 Years Ago


this actually made me cry. moving and beautifully written. thank you for sharing it with us.

Posted 13 Years Ago


wonderful. You are becoming a fav of mine.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I am really becoming weary of you always making me cry, InkSlinger.:) I can be smiling when I click on your writing and by the time I leave, even if all I read is one poem, I am an emotional mess. Don't get me wrong, I love it.:) You're so very talented and every day when I read your lines I am always surprised by just how much. My own memories, written as if the words were taken right from my heart then loved like only you can love them. Brilliant!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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