Lend Me Your Light

Friend, we drink together
talking at a wedding
lit blue and gold
familiar faces dance around us

Friend, secretly, I wonder
if you were to open up your essence
lift a pen to kiss the paper
to vent your heart aloud

Friend, I long to know
what your poetry would be
if you chose to write

Which desires peskily linger 
at the edges of your furrowed mind
which old flames still burn a fire
which hidden wounds you’d dare parade
what is the meter 
and the rhythm of those unspoken secrets

What ribbon would you choose
to decorate the mundane
Which words would you feverishly grasp towards
what profound truths 
do your fingertips quietly trace
which wisdoms guide you along your way
what strength of light shines inside of you
and what damage might you do
to leave us reeling

And I don’t say it
but every time we meet, I think it
Write!
right out loud
for me
for you
splash your heart across the page
in every shade
lend me your light
if but for a moment

Spill your soul for all to see
Friend, I love you, and will always wonder
what your poetry would be
if you’d set it free...

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Tom

Mon 3rd Feb 2020 17:19

Ah thank you Mika, Ruth, Keith and Cynthia. This is the first thing I've managed to write this year - feels good to get something down. I find myself wondering about this often; with close friends and with strangers. A strange curiosity.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 3rd Feb 2020 14:40

Splendid, Tom, in thought and execution.

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keith jeffries

Mon 3rd Feb 2020 13:54

Tom,

this is masterful in its speculative thought. So well put together and embracing a subject, which I suppose few, if any, would give any thought to. This poem has stirred my imagination. Writing finds itself in deep considered thought, from inspiration and the innate ability to use the language to its fullest potential. It is indeed a gift. Few realise or could achieve this. To be articulate is to find expression in all things, no matter how small or insignificant.

A very good poem, well crafted.
Thank you for this.

Keith

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Mika

Mon 3rd Feb 2020 12:58

Perfect, as always, Tom.

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Tom

Mon 3rd Feb 2020 12:23

Do you ever look at your friends and secretly wonder what they'd write, if they chose to?

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