i
love my
dear fleeting friends
always
there waiting
crowded empty rooms
bumping
against one
another restless souls
appointments
to make
no drop-ins allowed
stories
to tell
unfinished lives twitter
my
life unhinged
dear fleeting friends
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SundayScribblings No 119 topic: my oldest friend; and, weekend wordsmith. this week’s prompt: crowded;
photo: Shadows are people too, Alyography [photography], flickr
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excellent view on fleeting friendships. I’ve had several through the years that leave me wondering… What went wrong??
great poem.
Spending many years in the forces, moving around, fleeting friends became the norm.
It certainly leads to variety.
That is a beautiful poem, great tone and balance and the photo is gorgeous too,
It seems you really do only have yourself in the end.
yes sometimes friends are fleeting.
very interesting photo!
i was thinking more like invisible friends… you know the ones that hang around and nobody sees… something like whoopie goldberg in ghost… sed she could see people and never really did until patrick swayze came along then all kinds of dead people came to visit her insisting on telling their story…
ghosts or lost friends, it works very well..
yup! that would be you! this is really good. 🙂