Poetic Endeavors

    It can be tough being a shy kid. Being shy as an adult can prove to be just as challenging. The best one can do is hide it behind some talent or strength. For me, that is photography. The poetry on these pages, though heartfelt, is purely hobby (theraputic) much like painting-by-numbers.

    Two Friends at Lunch was the very first poem I wrote as an adult. I had spent thirteen years of my young adult life caught in isolated adoration of a girl I knew from high school. My failure to be stronger than my shyness prevented whatever opportunity may had once existed early on for a relationship. By the time I awkwardly expressed my interest in her it was way too late. I never forgave my inability to tell the girl that I felt such strong emotions for her. Two Friends at Lunch is written about meeting her for lunch thirteen years later. It is the only poem I wrote about her. Subsequent poems are written about others, and are listed on the right column.

    I have recently been participating in a poetry writing class at a local community college. This is my first class ever on the subject of writing poetry. The class has been quite enjoyable! Hopefully it will also prove to be beneficial and improve on the words that I type under the heading of poetry. I also hope to expand my poetry to topics beyond relationships, such as the beauty found in nature.

    Two Friends at Lunch

    It's just two friends at lunch you see
    with lives from pasts lived separately.
    Close friends once, but never lovers.
    Though silently one desired the other.

    Adventures to tell. The smile on her face.
    My feelings kept quiet, to remain in their place.
    Though I shall wonder as I look in her eyes
    if I should tell of my feelings inside.

    Maybe she'll see them without any words.
    Maybe she won't. My thoughts are absurd!
    Most likely it's me that's carried this weight,
    thirteen long years to sit face-to-face.

    Across a small table, our hearts within reach.
    A chance to tell her, but they're words I can't speak.
    Alas, many a tale having come to its end,
    they minutes flew by, the time has been spent.

    A chance has been given, life's answered my prayers.
    But nothing has changed - it seems so unfair!
    I'll always wonder, one last look in her eyes.
    Should I have told of those feelings I hide.

    But it's just two friends at lunch you see.
    Things left unsaid - for eternity.


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    icon Two Friends at Lunch

    icon Yes I Still Do

    icon Dreams

    icon Evening Calls

    icon Please

    icon Lambs and Goats

    icon Fall

    icon At First Light

    icon Chronograph

    icon Significant Insignificances

    icon When Two Souls Realigned

    icon As My Love Sleeps

    icon Tennessee Fire

    icon Excalibur

    icon All I Ever Wanted

    icon Two Years Later

    icon First Impressions

    icon Ecclesiastical Healing