A poem a week for a year. |
Jon As my oldest friend, he is the link with long ago, our childhood in the heart of Africa, transplanted seedlings in a foreign soil. shared interests and wild imaginations, grew in innocence and freedom to go our separate ways, he to the south and I with a northward trend, to be lost in the hectic journey of life and learning and being. Forty years of silence broken now by electronic words spoken across the endless miles, the vast rift between continents and hemispheres. Nothing has changed - the photographs he sends cannot dislodge my view of him as once he was, pink and white under the eternal sun, still the same imagination and memory of better days, he remains forever young. Oh, he’s just as boring as ever he was, once he gets going on his latest news, but hit the right note and he reveals the child still living within. We’re both happiest when the talk turns to “Do you remember when?” and “You used to say…” The truth is he is my rock, the stalwart, solid sentinel in the stream of passing time and, it may be, considering his tenacity in continuing our sometimes sporadic conversation, that I am to him the same lifeline to our shared history. It would be nice if it were so. Line Count: 40 Free Verse For Promptly Poetry, Week 12 2020 Prompt: Think of a friend or family member who has played a huge role in your life. Write a poem about that relationship. Note: This proved an extremely difficult task for me. I have already written a long piece on the greatest influence on my life, my English Literature teacher in school, Johnny Bridle. I tried to write a poem saying the same thing but, having said it once, I found there was no more to say. So I needed someone else and then Jon popped into my head. He was not exactly a huge influence on my life but, as the sole existent link to my childhood plus his retention of the same crazy ideas he always had, he is something solid to hang on to in the chaos of life. |