#frindship
But alas there was that fateful date
She spiralled down into the hands of fate
Memories emerged from rusty iron doors
Of long forgotten ****** wars
From the horrific deeds both seen and did
She desperately wanted safely hid
So determined to relinquish her soul
Balancing on the edge of a massive Black Hole
Oh, how she wanted to let it all go
Swim in the Styx steady flow
Voices silently scream and thump
"Just jump"
Quickly darting thoughts, makes emotions scurry
A savage combatant, now battle worn and worried
This painful life seemed insignificant
No use in wishing things where different
In that final, fateful hour
Under the weight of anguish cowered
A hand reached out and let her know He'd hold tight and not let go
He also lived in that darkened zone
But together they'd never be alone
They constantly leaned on each other
From the emotional whirl, they where each other's buffer
Friendship deeper than can be imagined
Epic enough to be a poetic legend
Their very essence, bonding soul to soul
Love so pure, like the first winter's snow
But alas there was that fateful date
He spiralled down into the hands of fate
Again alone with memories
Echos of what use to be
It's a spiritual knowing
That a love so glowing
Persist only within a true soul-friend
It's a love so strong, it can not end
For when their next lifetime begins
They will find each other, yet again
©Pauline Russell
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
I don’t write poems anymore
Haven’t stitched together a rhyme
(Until this one of course)
But I used to all the time
Wrote ‘em about, just about
Any silly, li’l, ol’ thing
Mind you, I did more than one
That was about a dustbin
Ones about ants and monsters
And about friends, toast and trees
These are a few, but there were
Many more fews just like these
A longer list could make for fun
But I haven’t the fun for time
And it seems I’m done
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 10:52 AM UTC
We dance on the rocks and talk about God
the white noise makes a bubble
the broken piece is beautiful in a way
like a challenge
and if we sat there for a hundred years the trees would still feel our presence for a hundred more
making our first impressions the least of our worries
for if God clothes the flowers then how
much more will he clothe you?
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
Your ink will never dry,
smudging every time
I read it..
there are never goodbyes only
I'll read you again soon friend..
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 6:04 PM UTC
My beloved,
Take from me, if you must,
that strange rekindling—
that accidental flame of friendship
which, after twenty silent years,
rose again as though no winter
had ever lain between us.
Take from me the knowledge
of what was lost before we knew its name.
Take even the sorrow
that what we felt was not illusion,
but truth arriving too late;
a truth both hearts may have known,
though neither life nor time
would grant it shelter.
Take even that sacred madness
where thought seemed freed from flesh,
where distance was no distance,
but only another veil the soul could lift;
where you and I existed somewhere beyond the world,
untouched by time, unwritten by fate,
nearer than breath, though parted by life.
Take from me the sudden pause
at the summit of the spiral stair,
that moment turning upon itself
like fate remembering its own design.
Take the glance—
you, draped in midnight blue,
your eyes rising from the open book,
and with them, the world I thought I knew.
Take the smile that could not speak,
yet confessed more than speech could bear.
Take all these things.
But never take away
that infinitesimal glimpse—
that brief radiance beyond reason—
when the whole of reality seemed to tremble,
and I knew, with a faith deeper than sorrow,
that what cannot be fulfilled in this world
is not lost beyond the reach of eternity.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 6:59 AM UTC