The Old Friend by Anita MacOur river runs deep
I might say.
Our friendship has become
so fragile and sturdy.
Our eggshells are in all the wrong places.
We have betrayed each other
to the point of
an affectionate stalemate.
I cannot help you,
I can only stand by you,
ravenously staring down
those who will tear you down. 12/01/2008 Posted on 12/02/2008 Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/02/08 at 02:16 AM I'd say you're a hell of a good person to have in someone's corner. Well done. |
Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 12/02/08 at 02:49 AM Fantastic write. There's a hint of love/hate but love wins.
(By the way, I can't believe I missed Burnt Sienna!) |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/02/08 at 03:30 AM Hi Anita....my yes....you are in the middle of it all. Could be quite the pickle....nevertheless, I'd choose you for my team anytime! Delighted. Thanks. |
Posted by Laura Doom on 12/02/08 at 07:13 PM I read this through the title filter, which rendered it somewhat remote, detached - like sitting vigil by the bed of a terminal patient. Well, maybe not that extreme, but I'm fighting terminal pessimism at present, so don't be too hard on me :>
The lines that struck me most were the first two - a powerful opening line which you immediately undermined, and so it ran on. The whole thing was kind of an oxymoronic metaphor in microcosm, whatever that might mean...means (in brief) it was good stuff. |
Posted by Tom Goss on 12/02/08 at 07:43 PM People disappoint even themselves, and this affectionate stalemate is well lit, very nice! |
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 12/08/08 at 12:10 AM what gabe said, times 2 and 1 quarter, because additional quarters are good |
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