Bon Voyage Friend

The Paris Poets Society met tonight to say farewell to a member who is moving away. She will be greatly missed. What could I give her but a poem. See you later Sharda.

 

We are the lucky ones

The gifted, slightly crazy ones

Who see the world in brighter hues

With hearts too big to make us choose

We make one singing moment freeze

Or gobble eternity if we please

Paint with sunlight, wind and moon

Voice a storm, pour out monsoon

Open heart, to throat, to pen

And give it to the world again

Young or old, joyful, shattered

sing or whisper, doesn’t matter

Use your words, we tell a child

But poets play with words and smile

We know a secret, so look around

We share our souls where poems abound

2 thoughts on “Bon Voyage Friend

  1. anno

    I love that you have a poet’s society. And if people must leave, as they often must do, that you write them poems in farewell. This is lovely in so many ways, my own parched heart feels softened and more open.

  2. Jae Rose

    Ooh – clapping our hands with glee…poetry is a feast, refuge and wonder…much better to be a little crazy and have the gift of words than normal and wordless (well, i imagine!)

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