Arlo Parker Poet Free verse

Where do dear friends go?

Right after Teddy finds a shelf,
Embryonic, soul-discovered 
Comrades, introduce new rich textures.

Pondering gone epochs,
past yields of buddying,
Genuine, sounded, grounded. 

Twelve seasons at first. 
Eleven years this time;
Twenty before that. 

Earliest mates graduate, 
dispersing as their promise 
seeks testing unique. 

Bitter truth: mortals pass. 
Not an adieu of their choosing. 
Dark threshold ever looming. 

A predictable measure melt away, 
walking with purpose,
Seeking fresh bondings. 

Finally exhausted, too often offended, 
stale history revived in legendary tales repeated. 
Association peaks. 

A lucky few characters
Married away from connection
Bound upon a new conjugal course. 

Intruding ebb tides reveal retreating 
Serendipitous memory ticks. 
Melancholy recalled, reflected. 

Rare cronies' endurance transcends
Lifespans exacting iron fortitude 
To bridge 30,000 days.  

Old pals, dearies, poseurs:
Saplings to heritage oaks,
Longing remembers well.

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Susan Ashley September 2, 2024 at 5:57 PM Dear Arlo, some friendships evolve and dissolve over a few months, years, decades.. but some special few friendships last a lifetime. Your creative expression shines in your thought-provoking poem. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan Arlo Parker September 2, 2024 at 9:32 PM Thank you as always Susan for you supportive and thoughtful comments. Bless you and your dear friends. :o))

Crystol Woods August 28, 2024 at 4:57 PM I grew up moving at least once a year sometimes more often... leaving friendships behind to make new ones. But there were always those special friends who stuck no matter what! More like family now. Your poem gives us a lot to think on and ponder! I love thee way you've formatted and didn't really form sentences just thoughts...xo Arlo Parker August 28, 2024 at 9:05 PM My work begs to inform. I always want my reader to invest three read-thru's to form an opinion. Pondering is a terrific word to invoke when talking poetry. :o))

Panagiota Romios August 26, 2024 at 11:16 AM This poem is a work of art! A few good friends support me, Arlo. Since I am old like Santaa Claus! Death has taken many friends away. I also trust way too much. I am still naïvely far too trusting . See! Your poem is powerful. Thanks. Pangie Arlo Parker August 26, 2024 at 1:41 PM Your have friends on Soup. Enjoy their conversations you with over poetry and life, Pangie. Indulge in them. :o))

Charlotte Puddifoot August 20, 2024 at 4:12 AM it's nice to read a free verse from you, and a good one at that (i notice you've removed a lot of your other poems btw?) i'm careful who i let into my life for various reasons, but if someone makes a friend of me i'm a loyal friend and will always have that person's back Arlo Parker August 20, 2024 at 9:17 AM Trust is a seminal part of relationship. We've reached that level of simple, profound, genuine, faithful trust. All the best, Mi Amiga. :o))