Tuesday, October 7, 2025

Silent Conversations

Silent Conversations


I ought to write a silly poem
To pick my spirits up.
Just a bit of fun to show him
Something’s still in wits’ cup.

I promised not to go silent
Without his prodding on.
Within my grief, be defiant –
See what memories spawn.

Perhaps I am not yet ready
To do anything silly.
My thoughts, churning in an eddy,
Will not joke tranquilly.

But I do smile everyday
When he visits my mind.
He seems ready to come and play,
If I am so inclined.

I must fill in his dialogue
With words he may have said.
Is he my mental analog
Bouncing within my head?

But there’s his charm, there’s his question,
And there’s his certainty.
There to start another bull session
And fire my circuitry.

Monday, October 6, 2025

To My/Our Friend, Neil

To My/Our Friend, Neil


When you find a friend,
From yourself you unbend.
You learn to show more
Than you have shown before.
In your friend you see
More of who you can be.

I have such a friend –
What he gave will not end.
We shared very much
While alone or in touch.
He stays on my mind –
There, him, I still can find.