Poetizing spontaneously without combusting

OF WHAT IS FRIENDSHIP MADE – A Poem

OF WHAT IS FRIENDSHIP MADE

She flies with oratory
and breaks silence
with brave new words…

I read between lines
and find places
where tulips are planted
honeydew melons wrestled
from the sea.

She is a farmer
words pressed
to earth
tilling soil
– such sweat
soaked passion.

I claim to know
her from distant lands
where pharaohs roamed
and Jews were meant to die

When she gave me
loving cup of water
quenching ridicule
parched thirst.

Eyes wide and wounded
know despair
pray for joy
musing with muses.

© 2005 lgjaffe

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