To a friend
I lost a friend I didn’t know
I used to watch him come and go
I saw him every day and spoke
He really was a pleasant bloke
We waved and chatted had a laugh
and often walked the very path
where we first met so long ago
I lost a friend I didn’t know.
"Once a pond a time..."
Write about what you don't know about what you know. ― Eudora Welty
Poems by Tom Alexander
an online journal of short writing
Life with cats, and other things...
"If only half of the history that has happened in Nottingham had happened in some other place, that place would be famous; but because it did happen here no one knows".
an empty space between silence & stillness
Be authentic ~ Be creative ~ Be love
Diana R Zimmerman
Children’s Poetry and Other Things
magnoliajem
Remembering good times, good places and good people
UK Lifestyle Blogger
Mad as a box of frogs? Most probably ... but if I can’t be perfect, then I’ll happily be fabulously imperfect!
Finding inspiration in the little things
I am more than breath & bones.
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
a light hearted look at caravanning through the eyes of a couple of grey nomads.
When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her. Adrienne Rich
novels. poetry. screenplays. endless musings...
Where shall we go today?
A Journal Of Everyday Life
Getting cancer and trying to continue life as normal as possible.
Old Guy Photography
Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
Other People's Feelings
To put down in print, the thoughts rattling around in my head.
My Reflections and Expressions
I love this, Peter.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Dale. It was actually prompted by nearly losing a friend to Covid-19. He’s far from well now and may well have long lasting effects but he has survived and is slowly recovering.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oh dear. I am so sorry to hear that, Peter. I hope he recovers fully and does not end up with long lasting effects.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think that most people just don’t appreciate how being intubated and put into a coma can be so devastating to the whole body.
LikeLiked by 1 person
No kidding. Most people don’t get that sick but those who do… scary.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s sad and I think recovery is only just being discussed more. Unfortunately we have lost a good friend and the damage to lungs was vicious. Keep safe.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s really poignant. I really like it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Margaret.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Alistair.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aw. 😦
But, a sweet poem.
Sometimes those kinds of friends bring us daily joy in such simple ways…even tho’ our lives are not personally intertwined.
(((HUGS)))
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes indeed. Even passing acquaintances can have a profound effect on our lives.
Such as Ralph, who I met only once:
https://pollymermaid.wordpress.com/2014/09/17/a-good-man-a-sad-day/
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for sharing that link with me, Peter!
I enjoyed reading about Ralph.
I’m so sorry for that sad sad day. But, how wonderful that Ralph (a good man) was there to bring you smiles.
I’m so sorry for your sister’s passing. (I lost my oldest sis to cancer.)
That is such a beautiful post, Peter. It was my honor to read it. I got teary, but I smiled, too. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
It still has that effect on me and it’s nearly six years ago. It was my sister’s death that started me blogging!
LikeLiked by 2 people
What a beautiful thing to come from such a sad time. I’m sure your sister is smiling to know that you are sharing your wonderful words with so many of us! You have a gift for writing and you bring joy!
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much for that lovely comment.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome.
LikeLike
Such a lovely poem!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is wonderful. How many people do we see and ‘friend’ without knowing them?
LikeLiked by 1 person
So many, and often they are far better friends than “real” friends (but I didn’t really say that!)
LikeLiked by 1 person
😉 I get that.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A touching poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Cool and thought-provoking! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Tom.
LikeLike
I’m pleased your friend recovered, time will restore his mind and body.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Sue. He’s still in intensive care but is being weaned off oxygen which is now via a tracheostomy. He’s started physiotherapy and has learned some sign language to communicate with his wife via a video link. A long recovery ahead!
LikeLiked by 1 person
He’s fortunate to have friends who have positive thoughts and warm wishes. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I understand that 80% of people put on a ventilator still die. The others have terrible after effects, so I know a little about your friend. Thanks for the tribute to him.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Elizabeth.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So beautiful. And I am sorry for Your loss. It’s pretty amazing how profound that can be, isn’t it? Lord. ❤️❤️❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, rapid and poignant as we pass people by so often. Happened with me when I dog walked but did make a really good friend. Same kinda dogs!
LikeLiked by 1 person
There’s a man in our neighbourhood – and I’ve never talked to him, but I’ve watched him walk by for years. I can remember how sad I felt when I noticed, probably 5 years ago, he was carrying a white cane. Then I started seeing him with an older man who was in a wheelchair, his father I learned, and they seemed like such a unit. Recently, I noticed that his father was no longer with him, and the cashier in Safeway told me that the father had died. I feel so sad for him. This man is who your poem made me think about. He’s a lovely man, and it’s a lovely poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Jeannie. They do say that strangers are friends you haven’t yet met!
LikeLiked by 1 person