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Mar 05, 2024 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)
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03/24: What My Best Friend Gave Me 🏆 Winner

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What My Best Friend Gave Me

My best friend gave me the truth, his age when I asked, thirty-two, in his dark brown leather jacket.
First and last time I ever asked that question, all dressed in white, sunny day of first communion.
Slight hesitation before he spilled the beans, knowing the truth couldn’t hurt, and didn’t.
Still have pictures from that day, a sunny day, back in the nineteen fifties, Saint Michaels Church.

My best friend gave me an education, My Fair Lady, when he realized that I had a little impediment.
Taught me the value of pronunciation, importance of being understood, by those who valued that.
The idea of confidence in myself, faced with others who were confident as well, held my head high.
The Rain in Spain, how to speak in song, it all seemed long, I had been wrong, and I got it.

Music, from Ma’s pots and pans came a rhythm, a clamoring she didn’t mind, the kitchen floor.
My best friend, and the Polka Dots, big band, big drums, then I knew, knew the real sound.
Gave me exposure to all the right things, from all the right places, people.

My best friend gave me rope, fifty feet of half inch, “I want to climb” and so I did.
Gave me the tools, set me free, on my own, I turned into me!

My best friend, my dad, I miss him so much, in the end, I am just like him.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: USA the bay state, United Kingdom, Australia, South Africa, Nigeria, Canada, Europe, USA

Favorite Poets: Mary Oliver: Known for her accessible and spiritual poetry that draws heavily on observations of the natural world. She often finds profound lessons and connections in the mundane, from a walk in the woods to the flight of a bird. , Robert Frost: While sometimes seen as a poet of rural life, his work is rich with observations of nature, which he often uses to explore themes of human isolation, choices, and the relationship between humanity and the natural world. , Walt Whitman: A central figure in American poetry, he celebrated nature as a force of unity and a reflection of the human spirit. His work often connects the individual to the vastness of the cosmos and the natural world. , William Wordsworth: A key figure in the Romantic movement, he emphasized the spiritual and emotional connections., Jess Taper: his profess of concentrated awareness of experience in poetry in true freestyle was profound.

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Lavender

Lavender

2 years 1 month ago

What My Best Friend Gave Me

Hello, Mark,
The detail here makes this poem become more than just a poem - it is a life.
I can see and understand the time and energy, and the kindred spirit you and your father shared. So much here, and probably so much more you could say, even though your last line says it all.
Thank you!
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Tawny023

2 years 1 month ago

Superb bar none

This literally is the best poem I have read in a very long time. It reminded me of Mitch albom s books which I adore in a poetic way. By the way I want to read it again and again. Truly drew me in and I did not want it to end. Made me appreciate time, it flown masterfully, and captured so much. The tender Lessons, experiences, and honor of your memories/parental relationship. He is smiling down with pride, a job well done.