Tri-P Wednesday: A True Friend

📸 Picture-Prompt-Poetry Wednesday!

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This shows a picture of two girls making a promise with each other with their pinky fingers.

This is one of my favourite scenes in Anne with an E where Anne and Diana promised to be best friends forever. It was a live series adaptation of the classic book, Anne of Green Gables.

Looking at the photo, I thought of my friend whom I missed so dearly, and it was my inspiration for writing the poem below: (I hope you'll like it)

A True Friend

I thought at first she was weird
With her distinct sense of style
As others wore fitted tanks,
She had a loose shawl around her arms

The classes had barely started
A week, when she arrived
And everyone is trying hard
Perhaps not to look pathetic, without a pal beside
But this girl didn’t care
Alone and she’s aware

I ignored her, except that
More than once, she flung her arms
Caching the class’s attention
With her different inflexion,

“What a quirky newbie,”
I mumbled and went about my day

We barely talked until-
The day I’m down the sail
My hair flew everywhere
And she joined me, on her heel
My head hurts for staying up
So late without a nap
In blue, no one talked to me
Except for her who beckoned
And smiled so kind at me

She offered me a ride
And I followed with a hesitant “fine”
Few days passed by,
and I found
myself singing beside
this weird girl from my class
whom I never talked to, much
We both joined in a band
With a song that’s really glum
Too late to back out now, at least we both had fun

She came from a far land
In search of an important one
My heart broke for her when I learned
She was looking for her mom
Whom she’d never seen once
Ever since she was young

I hope we have found her
I wish we’d seen a sign
Yet she needed to say goodbye
Now, somewhere else, she’ll try

I still think of that good friend
That darling friend of mine
And I wish deep in my heart
And very deep within
May she soon find her mother
To be with once again

Tri-P Wednesday: A Treat for Two?

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Featuring, bitten loaves with spread pressed together inside. A spatula sits beside.  

In the kitchen, I barge in
I am delighted with the scene
Strawberry and hot baked wheat
Freshly squeezed, my tasty treat

Both aromas now combined
My mouth waters, I grab the snack
But Ma raised a brow when she shows up
“Oh my, I thought it’s mine!”

Putting down my bitten treat,
I turn the toast and oven heat
In an exchange, I then create
Another sandwich, tasting great

So Mom and I should both enjoy
This bread and jam, simply tasty
Like both of us who find pure joy
With each other’s company

Bright Red Jellyfish

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4/30 of Siri’s Random Topic for writing Poem Prompt: Bright Red Jellyfish

I had a bright red jellyfish
Since I was three, it was my wish
So Uncle Tom bought it as gift
When I have reached the age of eight

It was jolly, my red jellyfish
Swimming allday with gentle swish
Along with others in his cage
They seem to speak in their language

And then, one day, when I woke up
The aquarium has a loosened clasp
Poor red jellyfish floated at the top
I was surprised and cried with gasp

Mourning, I gave it a funeral
Reflected times I came to call
And saw it glide for every day
Until now that, it passed away…

A Poet’s Trip to Hogwarts

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Privet Drive 🦉

I’ll ‘ave to check on my supplies
Before I leave from Privet Drive
Broomstick, pens, delicious snacks
To see, there’s nothing more I lack

Platform 🛣

See yer in the platform nine an’ three-fourth
Just hope the seats wer’ not still full
Coz’ all the witches will be on board
Or you must go with the flying Ford

Train 🚉

I’ll meet Harry, Ron, Hermione
But most of all, I wanna see
Dearest Luna, the looney bee
Sure, sanest’ and the most friendly

Hogwarts 🏰

I will abide by the laws and rules
So I won’t get meself to trouble
For I’m no witch who can fight off ghouls
But a mere poet, gotten bored of Muggle schools

This is written in response to WDYS#198 by Sadjie

What Makes Bamboo Trees Unique?

3/30, Siri says, “Bamboo Trees,” so here’s a poem about the featured tree.

What makes bamboo trees unique?

Slender trunks

Like bodies of ballerina

Dancing gracefully with the

Swishing of the wind

Tall foliages

Elegantly dropping

From a woman’s head

Tousled by the gentle gale

Huge twigs huddled together

Remind the rolls of magazine papers

Sticked close in a pencil holder

Above all, bamboo trees, much known

As humblest trees

Despite how lofty

They bow to the lowly ground

Looking back to where they’ve grown

Tri-P Wednesday: Let a Child Be

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This Wednesday, featuring a painting of a girl sitting near a little boy, as though a sister watching over her younger brother.

I looked at him

Straight in the eyes,

Pang of sadness, I felt to rise

A swirling rush of sympathy,

If he’ll be reared the way I was,

Then, I can see his childhood crushed

This little boy forced to man up,

Work for the one, he must become,

Robot machine being consoled

Say yes to all that he was told

What fun is it to live a way

Perfection but you don’t have say

With no failure and own mistakes

How will he learn, stand on his own?

Oh, when will he learn to be alone?

-Inside the sister’s mind

Let a child be on his own without leaving him alone.