Monday, October 5, 2009

A Silent Friend



It isn't everyone
who has a silent friend
a friend

who doesn't say a word
but just listens.
When I found him

in the bark of that old tree
I knew that we would be
the best of pals.

Lately I've had the need
to share my grief with him.
Sounds crazy, but must

a caring, listening, friend
be Real to heal
a broken heart?

c. Douglas Fireman

My friend is wearing a hat,
a camouflage jacket,
orange pants, and black shoes.

5 comments:

  1. I see him! Very touching poem too. Sometimes a silent friend is the best kind. :)

    I really enjoy this blog. I guess that makes me a pareidoliac.

    Thanks for your visit to my blog and the poem. I love it! Been a long time since I inspired a poem. You made me smile too. :)

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  2. Hi Sharon. Congrats.
    A discerning eye
    and ability to see
    outside the box makes
    you a pareidoliac.
    That you like my blog
    and my poem
    pleases me
    greatly.
    Cheers

    Tammy-thanks for your visit.
    Some of your altered photos
    have very much impressed me.
    Keep up the good work.
    "Let the beauty of what you love,
    be what you do."

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  3. Thank you Doug for showing me how to see with a more discerning eye. I see the silent friend on the tree. Your blog is fascinating. I've become a pareiodoliac.

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  4. Hip Hip! Another pareidoliac.
    Yes, It is truly amazing
    what the conventional eye
    does not see. Hope to see you
    again soon.

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