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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Friendship is most important

I wrote this poem today after I got off the phone with my friend who is special because he has always been my friend. We have an undeniable friendship. He is an incredible guy with a soft spot for genuine girls. He has a great heart, but isn't quite sure how to let it show. Our conversation got me thinking that friendship should be shared, not just between two people, but with many others as well.. I don't think it's something that should be selfishly kept to oneself. I think it should be given away as carefully and generously as water from Mother Earth. This one is for you, Mattie:



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Sheyenne Manning

Being friends with you
is like returning to my
favorite holiday movie.
same story
same characters,
same scenes.
New again like your
voice smooth, still, past
the time that skins weather
and minds harden.
Like swirls of cold air
passing through my lungs,
you are my first breaths of the day.
Brand new.
Like a boy and
his old friend, we fetch
our enduring ways,
settle like pioneers
and sigh the sigh of old
trees braving their
last winters.
You’re a puzzle and
I’m that last piece,
recovered under a cushion
days, weeks, months
later are the nights we occupy phone
lines unrehearsed, we know them by
hearts unknown to us but akin to each
others misunderstand our minds marvelously
intertwined fingers, the object of dreams forgotten.
Icy land is our restraint,
none to you, your boundless ways.
I’ll return to you, your internal
brick edifice of which I see
but cannot feel.
Someday I’ll get lost,
wandering barefoot upon
the skin of the Earth and
I’ll find that home
with your name written on it.
I’ll curl up in the place with
my name and wait for your
return. I know you
always return.