My Old Friend Poem by Viola Grey
My Old Friend
Do I really need to slip into the abyss
to entertain your ears.
Why does every darkest tear touch you
more than the glow of joy.
I know we love a tragedy
and celebrate all lost souls,
but can't we still get lifted away
with laughter.
As I sink into his warmth, I surrender these tears
and bathe in his smile.
No delusions linger here on this pen,
I still know of darkness.
It's been a friend too long to simply walk away,
so I keep the door open
to greet my old friend
with laughter.
14/09/08
As I sink into his warmth, I surrender these tears and bathe in his smile. What wonderful words flow from your pen, an excellent poem Viola. Tango.
a query for you about friends, are friends of my friends necessarily friends of my own can I accept one and the other disown cheers
The darkness you speak of has a way of clinging to many.Stay positive they say, which is ok, but better to seek the lighter side and shed the velcro of negativity. Laugh and smile more often it does you justice my friend.
filled with unselfish empathy, its true when you state we love a tragedy. Aristotle recognized this and explains in his much recommended 'Poetics' that the catharsis is a purging of both body and soul. best wishes Shimon
Loved the write viola Iam sure the light will come keep warm 10 Chris
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4/18/2024 4:37:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, yes... No delusions linger here on this pen, I still know of darkness.(I love it)