Alexandro Johns

Old Friends Meet - Poem by Alexandro Johns

The old friends meet,
it is difficult
they comment or rejoice
with actual experiences.

The time gone
like a turbid rain
falls down in what they lived
and ever dreamed
and drags it memories
towards a still river.

His loves went away
to the attic of their lives:
the ardent flowers
that so much showed
now they are turned off.

No longer they can dream
or have nightmares
with real life,
they are playing
a drunkenness of children,
they want to forget its Yago roles,
and their obeisances to the pyramid top.

The meetings anchor them
at a deserved exile
by stay alive.

Topic(s) of this poem: friend

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Old Friends Meet by Alexandro Johns

  • Terry Craddock (9/23/2015 10:01:00 PM)

    'His loves went away
    to the attic of their lives: '

    such a wonderfully powerful line in a wonderful poem
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    Alexandro Johns (9/23/2015 10:22:00 PM)

    Thank for you comment

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 23, 2015

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