Poem about friendship on icq.

I wrote this poem to let all my friends know just how I feel about them because we all go through life and never take the time to think what life would be without them. So I did. I hope you do too and let them know how you feel about then too because its them that make life what it is today.

You will see the spontaneity in The Rainbow and Real Fun. It was written in a cyber chat, when normal conversation would not express the feelings best. The Rainbows and Real Fun was written as two new friends, Cheryl and I, discovered our mutual love for poetry.

Written for a friend who I found on the Internet and lives in my hometown. An Ozark lady who showed up when I needed a friend.

I live in Australia and have been blessed with a wonderful email friend from Italy. We are both attached and our relationship is based purely on friendship. The poem is exactly how we began - after one month and emailing daily.

Beauty, I think, is more readily recognized when you are happy. Why is that, I wonder? Does it perhaps suggest that way we see beauty as a reflection of the way we see ourselves?

I was happy when I wrote this poem. Buoyant, even. My best friend, Angela, and I had spent most of a weekend touring the California coast by car, playing tag with an ocean breeze along Pacific Coast Highway. We stopped frequently, strolling sandy beaches, climbing treacherous rocks, staring from high vistas into an horizon lost in summer's haze. I felt close to my friend, close to Nature as embodied in a near perfect climate, and very close to my God.

I penned these words near the end of our journey, sitting in quiet silence together atop a grassy prominence five hundred feet above the ocean's edge. For a too brief respite, I saw the entire world as beautiful. And every once in a while, I read again the words I wrote and for a heartbeat am able to recapture that glorious weekend of beauty.

I was still in high school when I wrote this poem, still a few years away from the need to shave, and half a world away from the fear of death. It was meant to be humorous, subtle, and maybe a bit sacrilegious. There are no great truths or insights in this poem, except maybe the need for friends to share their laughter.

Then again, maybe that's enough to justify its existence.

Friendships are built on many things, but war and common danger can often forge a bond stronger than family and more lasting than romance. You are forcibly brought very close together, for long periods, at a time in your life when you are most inclined to be honest and open (because you fear there won't be another time). People who share these things either learn to hate each other, or become uncommon friends.

Unfortunately, those are also the friends you are most likely to suddenly lose…

This poem was written for Angela, my closest friend for over five years, and given to her on her birthday. It was hard for me to imagine, at the time, a more perfect friend than she. And I thought it important to tell her so.

I've often wondered, since, whether the extended similes of this poem are significant. It seems that any time I write about friendship, and especially the friendship I shared with Angela, I find myself comparing it to Nature. But maybe that's not really so strange. Both are gifts of God we should learn to treasure.

Friendship can be a difficult concept to fully grasp, but I think that's largely because we don't put enough emphasis on its importance. We experience a lot of different relationships in our lives. But none, I think, are any more important than when two people come together as Best Friends.