When our drops gather at the river,
to which all the streams go.
How can we understand the boulders,
around which the river flows?
I write this a little hurried,
Just a touch not a grasp.
Yet, in its message is a reminder,
of many times in my past.
I remember when I was but a drop,
and there was an continent left to cross.
Gravity seemed to grab and drag me.
The easiest way was always my loss.
Now I'm with my ocean of friends,
Gathered close and clingly around.
Supportive in the things we do.
I rarely have a frown.
Author notes
Gather your friends close.
Written February 23rd, 2004
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A contest entry
- Friendships (contest) by misticmoonlite.
575 points, ended January 21, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
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I again read this and do believe in the oceans of friends that you have, no matter where,through life is so good to share...thank you for this entry, good luck..mm
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I really like this poem,so fitting to the descriptions of your words..very forth write,keep penning as I see you are..this i believe to be an older poem.. good job..Linda
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moving
Friends bring out beautiful things in one another that nobody else looks hard enough to find. Ur poem was great. Its great too see that u find comfort and security being wiv ur friends! Ur poem also had a good flow! -
Brilliant imagery in this poem Chuck, a simple, thought provoking write, tis wonderful to be supportive to ones close to us... these two lines Gravity seemed to grab and drag me.
The easiest way was always my loss.
are so very true of life, we usually find we have to do things the hard way, however, we often learn a good lesson from having to do so... well done! ~Katie~
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excellent
A fabulous way to look at oneself a drop in a large ocean, I guess yes I can go with that. Freindships formed are precious, especially those that last for many years. This is an absolutely fabulous write, BTW don't change a thing, it's fabulous............ Thank you for sharing........
Sanity.
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A very philosophical write here ...picturing those boulders now , rough textured at first , but then smoothed out by constant contact with waves washing over them ,all of the rough edges gone , hence a great metaphor for what seemed at first not to fit......but now has become part of it's surroundings , in this case it being friendship and the support of such , as all FIT into the same landscape ,
I wish you rainbows,
Reenie
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Very beautiful poem here
I like it!! Great job...it almost seems though...that it isn't finished..you could probably add another stanza or two to it. But thats your choice..and my opinion! Its great the way it is too! Good job!
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Awe, Chuck! This brought tears to me eyes. It's just beautiful, even the second time around. You are a rare treasure in a friend, and no matter what I write, you always seem to understand where I'm coming, and you just . . . know. What a treasure you are to me! Hope your know that! Love, light and truth!--Kel
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This poem has a message that outshines its simlicity.Most people tend to be parasitic when they are around others.But friendship is about support and when this is done,one 'rarely have a frown.'The third stanza aptly describes how it feels to be without friends:'I remember when I was but a drop/and there was an ocean left to cross./Gravity seemed to grab and drag me./The easiest way was always my loss.'And this is the plain truth.True friendship is a fort,we cocoon in it.Short,simple and meaningful.A poem with a message.
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