poemranker ::Friendship by Blue Magpie

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Friendship

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 Oct 2002 · Edited 7 Oct 2002 · 6 comments

As happy as a snowflake upon a snowman's nose, I laugh with you and love the way your beauty grows, within me like a sunrise to kiss the new-made day, coloured now in gladness among the games we play. Your soul so wisely gentle your heart profoundly strong your mind in orchestration sings out your life a song. Your spirit weft with wonder flies free on fronds of light. Yes I loved you in the morning and I love you still tonight.

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6 comments

[9] vulcan 8-Oct-02/12:12 AM Reply
Very nice9
[n/a] Blue Magpie › vulcan 8-Oct-02/6:11 AM Reply
Hi Vulcan,
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
[7] Nicholas Jones 9-Oct-02/5:08 AM Reply
Very nice. It makes a change from all the people showing off how many rude words they know.
[n/a] Blue Magpie › Nicholas Jones 9-Oct-02/7:10 AM Reply
Hi Nicholas,
Thanks for leaving a messasge, I must admit I am unsure how long I will keep working here, I have not found much to inspire me so far. But I will try not to judge too rapidly.
[6] poetandknowit 9-Oct-02/9:25 AM Reply
There are good poets here, but it is a matter of patience. I like this, especially the last stanza and the last lines. The tone shift from stanza to stanza makes it work, although I am not sure the first line is such a happy little image. I know it is supposed to be light hearted, but a snowflake hitting a nose, well, usually melts. I
[n/a] Blue Magpie › poetandknowit 9-Oct-02/8:25 PM Reply
Hi Poet,
Ok maybe there are, I will keep looking, I have to consider the voting farsical however having seen what people are doing with it. A snow flake is unlikely to melt on the nose of a snow as snowmen are made of snow, so it is right in its element. Yes obviously it is not mean't to be a deeply meaningful poem confronting the ills of modern society.