Image: 2 An Okra - A Pastel sketch
What about it of having
a best friend
Not all the time by your side
Though ever willing
Though ever willing
To give a helping hand
To extend empathy
with a shoulder to cry on
Feisty little darling in good timesMeddlesome sometimes
invariably an irritant
but a joy to be around with
What is it of the worst
But one of my best friends
What is it of the worst
kind of best friend
Sneaking with a Brutus’ ploy
To stab in the back
Or a Cassius’ stance
Of every suspicious character
Sneaking with a Brutus’ ploy
To stab in the back
Or a Cassius’ stance
Of every suspicious character
But one of my best friends
who is more than all that!
Extending inspiration
Stroke by stroke in richness
Colourful in softness
Fulfillment of gaps and emptiness
Just waiting
Of various types and stature
not answering back
nor biting when angered
to be dipped and splashed freely
Ever willing to capture my imagination
In hues rich in colour
Though often times
I was guilty of leaving them alone
seething with neglect
But a best friend always by my side!
Colourful in softness
Fulfillment of gaps and emptiness
Just waiting
Of various types and stature
not answering back
nor biting when angered
to be dipped and splashed freely
Ever willing to capture my imagination
In hues rich in colour
Though often times
I was guilty of leaving them alone
seething with neglect
But a best friend always by my side!
My faithful paint brushes
Sherry's at What's Going On.
To have a best friend is a very special thing. I especially like that a best friend is "ever willing to capture my imagination in hues rich in colour." That sounds wonderful indeed. Glad to see you again, Hank. Look forward to writing poetry with you in community once more.
ReplyDeleteI love your art work, Hank. So happy you stopped by and wrote to Susan's prompt. I really enjoyed the surprise at the end when your faithful friend turned out to be your paintbrushes. That made me smile. I guess mine is my computer keyboard. LOL.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful friend to have by your side. Never one to judge and allows you creative expression. Paint on, Hank- Truedessa
ReplyDeleteBack again -- sigh - I missed the twist at the end, Hank. Didn't catch it until Sherry mentioned it. Then I read your poem again. Clever indeed.
ReplyDeleteI have a friend, actually my best friend, Linda, who is suffering from an incurable disease .. ALS. I cannot imagine a world without her. You will have paintbrushes to last a lifetime, Hank.
ReplyDelete'a joy to be around with' best describes the friend, 'the faithful paintbrushes'. More color and strength to you. Both the images are vibrant.
ReplyDeleteI rather hoped this was a person that you found such rich imagery in. All the way through, I was thinking, oh Hank, you are a lucky man. And you are! To have a friend in art that you can rely on for your own creativity is wonderful indeed.
ReplyDeleteOh, how lovely to see your artwork and poetry. So proud of you Sir Hanks! It seems we are going to the moon together!
ReplyDeleteVery nice work, Hank. And paintbrushes won't ever talk bad about you, either.
ReplyDeleteOh this is absolutely lovely, Hank! I so enjoyed the artwork too 💖💖💖
ReplyDeleteHank,
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful poem which shares the magnificent ending that your paint brushes bring your such joy and creativity. Full of reward and faithful in their connection to you!
I hope my comment shows as Eileen T O'Neill, from old days of Poets United!
nicely done Hank. pen, or brush, theres something about having the right tool for the job... -Eric
ReplyDeletePaint brushes bringing joy can sure be a best friend and let the creative juices flow.
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