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Across The Miles
by JJ JohnsonI reach out my hands across the miles to wrap my arms around you
To comfort your crumpled heart, unfolding like a blooming flower
To be your sunshine and lift you from depths I too have been down to
On a cloudy spring day I'll be a refreshing April shower
If memories mist your path let me be your eyes and guide you through
The strength resides within, you need no potions of magic power
You don't need me, your heart is strong enough, though I'm still here for you
Because I too have bitten a ripened pear when sweetness turned sour
Yet new fruit springs forth and nothing shines as bright on the morning dew
As the rising Sun spreading warmth and light upon your darkest hour 02/26/2002 Author's Note: For Minette. Interestingly enough, this poem has been selected for POTD twice. First time was just after I wrote it and posted it here in my first incarnation on Pathetic. Then it got selected again on 11/18/2010. Not sure how that happened, it is not one of my better poems. Nothing wrong with it, but it was just a message to another Pathetic poet who needed the support of a friend in difficult times. Not exactly Bridge Over Troubled Water, but what is in the heart is all that matters.
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Posted on 09/27/2005
Copyright © 2024 JJ Johnson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/16/05 at 04:48 AM Friendship in all its forms is a balm soothing pain and shoring up destroyed emotions. Here you have written a delicate support poem, letting Minette not only know you're there, but you've hurt the same way she has. No one can understand more than someone who's been in the same place. S1 is the assurance. S2 shows Minette's progress from whatever hurt her and her renewal. She's fortunate to have your friendship. Your words touch my heart, since I've felt the same kind of friendship from others when I have been down and weak.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 11/19/10 at 12:13 AM Love this:
Because I too have bitten a ripened pear when sweetness turned sour
Congrats on POTD! |
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