Artwork by Amber Alexander
My Friend
My friend
lives at the end of my street
close enough that if i yell,
she may be able to hear my voice.
Maybe.
My friend
waits for me in open woods
that hide beyond our homes
empty tress that whisper
like secrets we share.
My friend
lurks in the tall grass
tucking, hiding low
when wind dances across fields
i can see a glimpse of her hair
blowing in wind,
and i know she is there.
Always.
My friend
stands tall at my side
never straying far in life
we run, we dance
we play, we sing
My sweet friend.
………
For this poem I chose a simple subject, my friend. I want you to choose a subject, pick up your pen and write away. What are the first things that pop into your mind. Jot those down and go from there.
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Happy Writing!
Liz // Yellow Finch
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