Pamz Poetry Blog

Fabric of Friendship

Lost in the patterns of grey, black and white

Drifting through friendship in gentle flight
Fabric stretched over a beating heart
Waiting to see where the new paths start

After an absence of flowing years.

Now, in a moment, a window appears
As we meet over a table top
And long years between us begin to drop

Into the laughter and memories,

Faces that only a good friend sees.
It’s good to remember, to meet again
And relive the memories, pieces of grain

Making a garden that we explore,

I’m glad life came knocking upon my door
With an invitation to meet like this,
Joined in a moment I wouldn’t miss.

© 2011  Pam H. Murray

(My first impression of the pattern on a blouse was a drifting pattern, like bird flight, a vision I often see when creating poetry.  It is a gentle rise and fall like a bird’s journey on shifting winds.  The black, grey and white made me feel like soaring through a sky of cloud patterns.  Then I soaked up the sensations of friendship and memory surrounding us all, even those of us who’d never met before, and this is what came to mind.This was written for Val Phillip's aunt wom we saw again after many years at Val's 70th birthday.)