For My Friend

[Delta40]

Even with the heat
turned down,
laughter seeps through
the mortality
of depression
as if it was owed
some private favour.

Dreams of far off places,
thickened by chunky soup,
and hairfuls of silly jokes.

I wish you could
see me in this empty room,
how my ink spills
and fills
blank pages with
gloom and joy.

I wish you could feel
the act of knowing you.

And if it ever seems cold,
the warmth of
your stroking hand
will talk to me.
Precious fingers
interlocking,
intertwining,
enough to keep
my aging vessel
afloat.

You see, even with
the temperature
set to low,
I still retain
a soppy afterglow.

[Bar22do]

To have a Friend when going through a tough experience is life redeeming... You described it here with Art and humble gratitude.

It often looks to me that your words, to carry such powerful message, go as if through a process of maximizing their value, similar to that of a diamond on the cutting table; it seems to me that you are cleaving, sawing, polishing them... but not, they just come to you ready (well, is it pain that refines them ever more?); then, when I believe you have just reached your highest, you present us with a new diamond poem, of some mysterious, unknown and ungraspable shine, however sad is the story of its perfection and its message clear...

[Bar22do]

Thank you Delta,

And if it ever seems cold,
the warmth of
your stroking hand
will talk to me.

is a killer.

[Mojtaba-Iraqi]

I'm not that qualified to comment, and additionally I have nothing else to add to what Bar said (a brilliant comment to a charming thread). I Just wanted to say that I like the internal rhythm of you texts. They add another flavor to your writing.
Do you deliberately manage the rhythm and count them, or they are unconsciously transferred from your fingers to the paper?

[Delta40]

Bar: Thank you for your kind review of my poem. You're very generous in what you say about my work and I'm truly grateful.

Motja: That is an interesting question because I struggle with rhythm myself so if you found rhythm here at all, it is unconcious and I'm glad you enjoyed my poem.

[Jerrybaldy]

Im not this friend. But I am your friend. So totally unable to give an objective review. :D

[Delta40]

Im not this friend. But I am your friend. So totally unable to give an objective review. :D

then give me a subjective one Jerry - imagine you are that friend...

[MystyrMystyry]

Seems like a dream Delta. Like a visit from a succubus possibly. Just wondering if there's a better word for 'depression' though: the use here sounds a little clinical to me. Otherwise the Delta-ness still sparkles :)

[Buh4Bee]

A significant poem about the need for friendship- eloquent and touching. Much enjoyed this one.

[Jeos]

Touching and somehow pungent.
Nicely reading too.

[Delta40]

Touching and somehow pungent.
Nicely reading too.

Pungent? Mind telling me in what way Jeos?

(and MM I have no idea what a succubus is!)

[firefangled]

Seems there is a longing here, as well as appreciation. At the same time I read that the friend is a comfort, just being in the same world. Lucky friend, lucky you.

[Delta40]

Seems there is a longing here, as well as appreciation. At the same time I read that the friend is a comfort, just being in the same world. Lucky friend, lucky you.

Thanks Firefangled. You captured the essence of my poem perfectly. I do struggle in poetry to get the messsage across and while I am thrilled at alternative interpretations of my more obscure writings, sometimes with particular poems, it's nice when a poem is understood simply for what it is.

[Jerrybaldy]

It is subjectively great.. your glorious food obsession let chunky soup in to the mix and added flavour not to mention the running metaphor of the heat (of the oven) Gloriously Deltaesque (Copyright
moi :D)

[Delta40]

It is subjectively great.. your glorious food obsession let chunky soup in to the mix and added flavour not to mention the running metaphor of the heat (of the oven) Gloriously Deltaesque (Copyright
moi :D)

Thanks Jerry. Actually the metaphor for heat between two people was my gas fire but an oven works just as well.

[Twota]

I so more than love it.