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Writers Challenge posted on Jan 27, 2013
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I saw, from Tara's post last night, that the topic for the January challenge for the Writer's Gallery is "Best Friends". Tara's beautiful poem is here I'm sorry I have not been around much lately. Many years ago I became very good at burying pain by building walls between it and me. I later learned how hard these walls were to disassemble. I started a new building project when my sister, Leslie died. It was necessary at the time. But her light is too bright and too integral to my being, to be kept for long enclosed. I have been thinking about her lately. Opening chinks in the wall and letting the light and the pain reach me. Best Friends I lie here reading your diary Which came to me After you were gone Stupid really Reading your diary now When I have to get up in the morning You were two years older And I followed you about In thought and actions Our family called me your shadow We traveled down rivers in Nazi Germany On the family picnic table Thwarted evil matrons in dark orphanages On a creaky swing set Explored a magic tree house with chests of treasure On the same old picnic table It was a multipurpose picnic table With daddy long-legs spiders underneath We moved to New Jersey About the time The two years between us Became large in your mind I was delegated to the role of younger sister Rather than best friend And I didn't like it one bit Hard words . . . fights . . . distance One thing about families You don't stop being together You don't stop loving each other Just because you are not paying attention After a while of not really looking We saw each other again And on a more equal footing Were again best friends Forty years ago we sat on kitchen chairs Emoting wildly While an older sister Looked on in amazement At these alien creatures related to her For the next forty years We rarely lived close to each other At times I worried we were drifting apart again But always when we got together It was as if we had never been apart In those forty years We've traveled together Rescued kittens in Rome Walked country lanes in Ireland And Frenchmen Street in New Orleans When we got together We would play at least one game of Spite Malice Sitting crossed legged with cards in between Sipping Amaretto I mostly forgave you for usually winning I remember the airports The warm hug with a tingle of excitement On arrival The warm hug with an edge of sadness On departure In five large binders Are letters Forty years of connection Across land and sea My thirteen page letter with the words "Have fun trying to read this" Scribbled in a tight spot on the first page Thirteen pages of excitement My first trip overseas Your letter with the words 'Write me' In parentheses After each sentence I did Letters sprinkled with quotes Of the songs we were listening to As we wrote And doodles stretched and cramped In corners and down the page In those letters, you live In your diary, you live In my memory In my heart You live My best friend

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braynes

4:57PM | Sun, 27 January 2013

Lovely

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Faemike55

4:58PM | Sun, 27 January 2013

Very beautiful writing! I feel I'm right there watching you two laughing and playing! Talking and pretending! being and feeling!

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clbsmiley

5:08PM | Sun, 27 January 2013

Just wonderful.... Great release and growth for you really sweet. :).

alanwilliams

5:30PM | Sun, 27 January 2013

from the heart, beautiful

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sandra46

6:16PM | Sun, 27 January 2013

SUPERLATIVE WORK

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ladylake

7:12PM | Sun, 27 January 2013

Sisters always........wonderful work.

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npauling

7:15PM | Sun, 27 January 2013

A lovely heartfelt poem beautifully written and it reminds me of me and my sisters. It is hard when they are no longer around but they do live on in our thoughts and hearts. You are in my thoughts too.

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magnus073

7:27PM | Sun, 27 January 2013

Tara's post truly was beautiful, and I read it over and over. She really has a talent for expressing herself in poetry. Of course Lucinda, maybe I'm a bit biased that you are very talented also. Your reflections and thoughts on your sister Leslie really touched me. I know how close you two were and how difficult it is to even talk about this. Knowing that made your words even more moving and I found myself having to step away to collect my thoughts. It seems you and I deal with pain in much the same manner, and that helps me understand your situation and the wall you constructed. The feelings you shared with us today was another marvelous step in chipping away at that wall and letting the light pass through.

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wysiwig

8:13PM | Sun, 27 January 2013

Thanks a lot, Lucinda. Whatever macho cred I had left just took a big hit. I was ok until the last bit. Now I'm dabbing at my eyes. Beautiful and heartbreaking and memorable. Thank you for showing such courage to share this with us.

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mickeyrony

9:34PM | Sun, 27 January 2013

When a friend eats your heart, my Beautiful Lucinda . There is no offer forgiveness to the absence of our passions. Still, the heart being torn from day to day, to offer us nothing. All penalties, continue to scold us, the absence of this friend. We must let go of all this hate that destroys us day by day. When the heat of the day and empty our mind that seems to dissipate evil: but this night comes early misfortunes and sorrows that plague us back at full gallop ... Nothing stops running, it must cherish this friend that she can finally see the new path to guide the eternal needs prayers and dreams. . I am very sad for you my beautiful MICHEL Quand une amie mange ,notre coeur, ma Belle Lucinda. Il n'y a aucun pardon à offrir à l'absence de nos passions . Toujours la, dans le coeur qui se déchire de jours en jours, pour nous offrir le néant . Toutes peines encourues, ne cessent de nous gronder, de l'absence de cette amie . Il faut laisser partir toute cette haine qui nous détruit de jours en jours . Quand la chaleur du jour vide notre esprit et que le mal semble se dissiper: mais que vient tôt cette nuit où les malheurs et peines qui nous tourmentent reviennent au grand galop ... Rien ne cesse de courir,il faut chérir cette amie pour qu'elle puissent enfin voir son nouveau chemin qui la guidera vers l'éternel besoins de prières et songes . . Je suis bien triste pour toi ma Belle MICHEL

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mgtcs

10:18PM | Sun, 27 January 2013

Beautiful post about not only "best friends", Lucinda, but the universal theme of the loss of loved ones and the human condition. Hard to keep one's eyes dry, one's heart from hurting. Well done, and may God bless us all.

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durleybeachbum

12:21AM | Mon, 28 January 2013

Incredibly moving.

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auntietk

12:31AM | Mon, 28 January 2013

Ohhhhhhhhhhh ... so beautifully written. You touch me to the core, my friend. I'm glad the challenge gave you the wings to do this. Your connection and your love comes through in every line. I wish I could easily convey what's in my heart, but it's more about connection than words, so I'll let it wait. Perhaps over coffee ...

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jayfar

2:53AM | Mon, 28 January 2013

Very poignant and heart feeling.

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helanker

2:55AM | Mon, 28 January 2013

This is such a loving and very touching poem, Licinda. Lucky are those who have beautiful and sweet memories. Myself included. :)

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drifterlee

9:58AM | Mon, 28 January 2013

Wonderful poem!

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jendellas

12:49PM | Mon, 28 January 2013

Lucinda, what beautiful words & memories of the years you & Leslie spent together & apart. xxxx

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emmecielle

3:49PM | Mon, 28 January 2013

Wonderful writing! :)

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flavia49

4:12PM | Mon, 28 January 2013

so beautiful! Thanks for sharing!

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jocko500

9:09PM | Wed, 30 January 2013

I meet her and she was a blessing. i saw the love between you two and knew it was of old ; from when you both was young. It be ok with you. time will heal.

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Chipka

7:23PM | Sun, 03 February 2013

This is incredibly moving, poignant, touching, and in spots, outright hilarious! Just like life itself: there's a wonderful richness and a wonderful sense of clarity. What I like the most is the sense of poetic truth that only the written word can convey. Oral traditions are fantastic in what they're able allow, especially in terms of things like improvisation, the connection of people, through something as frail as a voice; but, the written word moves me so much more, and I think it's because the only "voice" we hear (as readers) is an imagined one. There's a wonderful, kinda shifty fluidity in that, as well as a wonderful sense of connection between best friends, and between those best friends and readers of the words written from one to the other. Families are such weird things. Some work well together. Others don't. Some give rise to best friends, and others give rise to deadly enemies, or worse, indifferent strangers. It's quite wonderful to read of sisters who happen to be best friends. I loved the little connections, often involving other living things: daddy longleg spiders under picnic tables, Italian-speaking kittens in need of a good rescue...I also loved the touches that reveal doodles in margins and tight, compacted writing, or parenthetical asides (requests to keep in touch). Everything in this is gem-like in clarity, and there's a wonderful purity of tone that deftly side-steps sentimentality while also reveling, basking, and growing within a sense of very real human connection. It's even better that such connection is emotional, as only a best-friend relationship can support. This is truly brilliant writing, especially with the ending: it serves as both a declaration and an observation of fact. Humans are only partly physical, anyway...that which we remember, that which we express, and that which is held in those we cherish (and who cherish us) is something that passes on, on, and on...and it's that wonderful near-immortality that renders human mortality so wonderfully complex, heady, and heart-restoring. This is brilliant writing.

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anianiani

1:50AM | Mon, 04 February 2013

Friendship is a blessing..Thanks Lucy.

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CoreyBlack

6:24PM | Tue, 12 February 2013

This is so incredibly moving that it has rendered me speechless. Amazing writing and tribute.

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MagikUnicorn

3:45PM | Mon, 29 April 2013

OMG I agree with chipka Big wowwwwwwwwww

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0rest4wicked

11:04AM | Thu, 02 May 2013

I can't agree with Jocko. In my experience "Time does not heal all wounds". Time only allows one to grow accustomed to the loss. It is good that you've allowed the light in through these new walls Lucinda. Even greater is that you've allowed yourself to express it so.

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danapommet

7:40PM | Sun, 14 July 2013

Phenomenal writing and feeling Lucinda. I feel a bond that has not ended but frozen in time and it will thaw again when you meet again. Love is the strongest bond of all!!!


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