January 30, 2012
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Under The Surface
When mindsets collide, they can shatter
their component ideas can scatter,
mingle, and swirl and merge
beneath the sea it means not a thing
above, waves meld and reform
in new combinations
eddies of notions and oceans of thought
swirl and battle, how frothy they fought!
yet the tide comes in, and rolls back out
Friends don’t betray us by growing
Grow with them or toward them
or just be there for them,
feel the tide try to pull them away
don’t ever let them go
Comments (9)
My childhood/youth best friend and I have very different political and theological views now, but when we get together we find plenty to talk about without arguing. Ultimately the things that made us friends are still there.
great work
@godfatherofgreenbay - And I just laughed my haikus off at your latest bonanza of three-line stanzas. Or, as pfc.Gomer Pyle would have said, "Recommeyend, recommeyend, recommeyend.!"
Lots of my underwater friends moved to Octopus Gardens, and I rarely sea them anymore. And too far to motor down to Chicken-on-the-Sea; the place is so unorganized: the right-wing doesn't know what the left-wing is doing.
I suspect there's an undercurrent in this poem, right?
@jsolberg - I'm not sure as to what it all means. But I wrote it after watching two friends, who have basically the same political outlook, get caught up in semantics and small-end/big-end of a boiled egg crap that was straining their friendship. I had the same thing happen to me and a friend, and I knew they needed to back off, remember what was important.
@MelFamy - Perfect. I feel somehow 'sensitive', having groked admirably. they need to seriously calculate what one more pin-head dancer means to a tree.
In my current toothless state I'm surprisingly open to off-the-wall conjectures. God help them after I regain my manhood. Or not...
Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. The twists and rhythms dance like eddies in tidal pools. I feel, at the moment, fortune has smiled to lead me to read these lines. Brilliant.
@chromepoet - You've been a inspiration to me since I first ran across your site, and i am still awed by your work. You made my day, thanks.
One of your best poems, methinks. April
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