This Poem was Submitted By: Lynda Gaelyn Smith On Date: 2001-01-21 19:32:13 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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It's all in the balance...yes?

What do you say to a friend who cold presses your feelings into flat depressed collars? No thanks, no starch,  rubs me the wrong way! Soft and supple the friendships craved, the give and take of shared time and place. What do you say to a friend who takes and takes,  evaporates and deflates with dry, dead,  worm-riddled words? Why do you make me small  in your mind’s eye, withered , empty, a shrivelled raisin of possibility? What do you say to a friend who gives without release, who ties selfishly when you would fly, holds you back weeping mock-salt tears of mourning for what never really was? What do you say to a friend when what is within you is more fragrant than the false silk bouquet  offered, when friendship seeks a garden of feelings and forget-me-nots? Remember me.... This a friend could be.

Copyright © January 2001 Lynda Gaelyn Smith


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