Glenda’s Response

My dear friend Glenda hasnt, as yet, started a blog so she asked me if I would post her response to my poem for her, here on mine. So here is is below; I feel very emotional every time I read it; it is beautiful.

The Friendship Experience by Glenda Brown

We gradually flake off each other’s layers,
my friend and I, well understand the nature
of the black beast we are both wrangling,

spinning in the void that is helplessness; yet
we daub ourselves in our burgeoning spring,
create poetic garlands, flow with destined words,

sometimes filch the busy sun’s ancient warmth;
we are impish children, unable to feel remorse
at being nabbed with mature hearts and minds

in the cosmic cookie jar, detecting liquid gleam,
as if some gnarled, beneficent blacksmith in his
workaday forge were creating the history of gold.