Dear Old Friend

Posted: October 17, 2013 in Poetry
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Shall we of this contempt continue old friend?
Our language becoming hard to understand hence
Not mine, Not yours, but the gain of our pretence
Each rearing wild on a supposed tamed society
Plodding on innocent brows to flash scornful teeth
To scare away acquitance truce interest like fiends

My Surplice white is brilliant beyond critics
As some sparkling noble angels of no blemish
Even yourself, of innocent heritage like heavenly holies
What then precipitate this disdain that flourishes?
Blooming like springtime flowers spreading hands
Wouldn’t this act, ours, soon a blot on our character?

We were the closest. Yea, like the titanic romance!
Not homo, but brotherly with no feud chance
Hunting together in the woods for unlost treasures
Defiant to mama’s call of dearly care with pleasure
If we shall sneak, sneak to search the ambience archive
Wouldn’t we constitute of it friends tale shelve?

The first page of our story did had future
Yea, like the holy paradise to the saints of sodom
Before ego wooed with seeming undubitable convictions
Before we disdained of this intimacy blood
Now, we thus murdered the growing love with flimsy ago
Against what we have lived, when time were time

When things odd, we, of true mind lived it
When all were ‘even’, we lived one mind
So and so, before vanity overthrowned our thoughts
Scoffing with some military dictations
If of this contempt we shall continue dear old friend
Then we had no insight of our friendship future heretofore.

Written for Meeting the bar @dverse poetics.

© ~ AdamsMurphy ~ 2013

  1. Yeah very cool… a classical form verging to free … breaking out of the chains.. Really liked this .

  2. claudia says:

    there’s much to say about friendship…somehow in the middle of all this….Hunting together in the woods for unlost treasures… was the part that struck me most… maybe we don’t know sometimes how much we need those treasures we think we haven’t lost… does that make sense..? smiles… my brain just starts out on its own trail…smiles

  3. brian miller says:

    smiles…the friends we keep determine where we get in life…we need each other and were never created to live this like alone…there is a line as well when you cross is so hard to go back as well…prehaps best to let the love die not to lose the relationship

  4. annotating60 says:

    I especikally liked the last stanza. It was vewry strong in its sense of being to the poem at large. I also want to commend you for using the word Surplice. I’d never seen anyone work that into a poem yet. Now I have. Best >KB

  5. Mary says:

    Sounds like a very special friendship. We all need these!

  6. nico says:

    It’s hard when something comes between friends, but always nice if things can be worked out. Nicely done!

  7. A dense exploration of a difficult friendship. The language so convoluted as if exploring closeness, and betrayal. The use of religious symbols puts it into a philosophical realm – using lofty terms, it seems to me, to consider a difficult relationship. I think this succeeds as a beat poem in its use of language, its free form, its literary allusions, and its subject matter. A difficult yet worthy poem. Well written.

  8. Gabriella says:

    Difficult times may occur with friendships too. You have really shown how this particular one matters to you.

  9. Simon says:

    Yea, a special friendship loosing form….. Hope this serve as an awakening!

  10. hypercryptical says:

    Well written and deep indeed. Close friendships are often misinterpreted by others – I think more so in this present than in the ‘freedom’ of the beat days.
    In those good ol’ days hugging or linking a same sex friend was seen for what it was or sharing an apartment the same. Now – especially arm linking – is a No No and for males to share an apartment is viewed as ‘proof’ or near-as-damn-it proof of homosexuality. The world has lost its innocence…
    I LOVE my female friends as much as I LOVE my male friends and am not afraid to say it.
    Anna :o]

  11. Susan Chast says:

    “Blooming like springtime flowers spreading hands” should never lead to such trouble. I love the opening so much when the narrator questions what to do given kindred spirit and new behavior:
    “Each rearing wild on a supposed tamed society
    Plodding on innocent brows to flash scornful teeth
    To scare away acquitance truce interest like fiends”
    Wow! How attractive is that wildness and environment!! Well might this narrator be bewildered. It reminds me a bit of Momaday’s “Simile” where clearly there is desire to overcome the mysterious differences. Though here, I suspect, such sharp minds are ultimately solitary romantic heroes outside the norm unsure whom to trust.

  12. vb holmes says:

    A complex poem dealing with sensitive issues in personal terms. Provocative.

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