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.
I see him! Very touching poem too. Sometimes a silent friend is the best kind. :)
ReplyDeleteI 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. :)
Hi Sharon. Congrats.
ReplyDeleteA 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."
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.
ReplyDeleteHip Hip! Another pareidoliac.
ReplyDeleteYes, It is truly amazing
what the conventional eye
does not see. Hope to see you
again soon.