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Friends, Ian Hamilton, John Etheridge, Poem, Poet, poetry, Writing
‘At one time we wanted nothing more
Than to wake up in each other’s arms.’
Old enemy,
You want to live forever
And I don’t
Was the last pact we made
On our last afternoon together.
__________
“Friends” by Ian Hamilton.
I have to thank my friend John Etheridge for sending me along Hamilton’s way, and for writing poetry that’s certainly worth exploring.
The above photo: taken in my backyard in Houston, Texas.
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awax1217 said:
Interesting a white cat in the window waiting for his masters return to show that he indeed is not the master, the cat is and now he too is alone.
tedrey said:
The following poem, so ancient that it actually has rhyme and metre, has remained in my memory without bringing the name of its author with it . . . but since it resonates with Hamilton’s, I offer it.
We heard the dry leaves rustle
As we walked along the path,
And you would go to Endor
And I was bound for Gath.
We lingered at the crossroads,
But parted at the last,
For you would know the future,
And I would drown the past.
(See the Book of Samuel 27 & 28)
jrbenjamin said:
Like that a lot. The opening stanza has some semblance to one of my favorite poems, Thomas Hardy’s “Neutral Tones”. I recommend a look, and appreciate your commenting, as always.