To My Friend, Far Away
An ocean between us
yet we are good friends
When the moon waxes full
she bays at its glowing face
as do I, and full-throated
Tears river and splash
downhill
trenching at her feet
forming ponds
Hope glimmers, but
still out of reach
The jungle of her thoughts
She must break through
Soon creamy silken signs
will meet her waking eyes
Be still, I murmur from
across the continental divide
Let it flow
Let your vulnerability
become your strength
I believe in you
© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Written for Ed Pilolla’s “Get Listed” prompt at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads; I think I got about 15 words in, only because his list had a certain flow. My friend will recognize herself in this poem, I hope, and draw comfort from this humble toad. Peace, Amy
Posted by Sharp Little Pencil in POETRY Tags: Crying, Friends, Get Listed, Girlfriends, Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Moon, Rough Times
