Wednesday, 13 March 2013

A close friendship



I must be careful

Not to hug you by mistake

For you would clout me

 

How many seasons

Have we two played at this game

Close but still distant

 

Winter when we met

I saw strength and confidence

We were unalike

 

In Spring you blossomed

Full of life and hope for love

Yet sad when his love went

 

You let me touch you

We talk and trust the other

In our joint sadness

 

You laughed as I flirt

With your affections in that

Autumn of my life

 

I must be careful

Not to hug you by mistake

You would still clout me

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16 comments:

  1. Jazzbumpa13 March 2013 at 15:24

    I say
    take the big chance
    hug on purpose

    Cheers!
    JzB

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  2. Sheilagh Lee13 March 2013 at 17:38

    time to hug and say how much they mean to you

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  3. Ann (bunnygirl)13 March 2013 at 20:25

    Knowing when the right moment has come is tricky, no matter how well-versed one is in these things.

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  4. Anonymous14 March 2013 at 01:12

    Ha..very cute poem. Hard to read the signals sometimes. Fortune favours the brave and the bold...wear a crash helmet:)

    Rallentanda

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  5. Altonian14 March 2013 at 01:20

    Still remarkably young at heart I see. Obviously not 'sans everything'. Well done!

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  6. LLM Calling14 March 2013 at 01:36

    this brings back times long gone with a friend who could have been more but wasn't

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  7. J Cosmo Newbery14 March 2013 at 04:14

    Better a live chicken than a dead duck.

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  8. Magical Mystical Teacher14 March 2013 at 06:02

    I'm with JazzBumpa: Take a chance and hug, no matter what happens!

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  9. George S Batty14 March 2013 at 06:21

    what is the saying..."reach out and touch someone"...and then get arrested as a preditor.

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  10. Lady In Read14 March 2013 at 08:41

    the hug might still be worth it:)

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  11. Jae Rose14 March 2013 at 08:45

    Love is a tenuous line..so many rules..there is a bonus to being socially isolated..you can hug the pot plant and it will never mind..

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  12. Sheilagh Lee14 March 2013 at 09:54

    I nominated you for the Liebster award see here http://sheilaghlee.blogspot.ca/2013/03/the-li.html

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  13. Josie Two Shoes14 March 2013 at 10:43

    I loved the simple honesty of this relationship, your poem is so well written, and it made me smile. Maybe the attempt is worth getting cloutted! :-)

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  14. Sharp Little Pencil14 March 2013 at 23:25

    Ah, the u[s and downs of romance. Love the "clout me" lines. Lovers tend to do a dance of balance... one down, one up. And sometimes, they meet in the middle, and that's perfection. Heartfelt and real, Robin. Peace, Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/03/13/snow-bizness/

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  15. Heidi15 March 2013 at 05:05

    Another wonderful poem. I think the speaker should just ask for a hug, it can't hurt to ask!

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  16. Anonymous15 April 2013 at 15:08

    Better a live chicken than a dead duck I think!! Respect the wishes of the person you care for!

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