It started online
on a site just for writers
and fell into closeness at once.
We both were amazed
at the shameless back-biters
and works that were sadly, a dunce!
Though physically distant
by hundreds of miles,
we're cockle-burr close with our humor.
We've bonded through writing
and sharing our smiles
and a friendship that is a "late bloomer."
We agree that G-d put us
this distance afar
'cause proximity might be a danger.
Two women this plucky
could easily jar
the sweet peace of ANY "close-ranger."
Our lives are enhanced
through our written-word skills.
That's a fact there will be no denying.
But we're also on track
with our hearts and strong wills.
On each other, we're always relying.
Respect is our strong suit;
delight's close behind.
We schmooze and cajole and deep-listen.
And we strongly agree
that this union's the kind
that makes gold medal friendships just glisten.
9/3/2026
I think the poem composed of three line verses is an oft overlooked medium. I really like what you have done here, and the rhyme scheme you have used. Again you have your trademark self deprecating humour with your fifth and sixth verses. I also like some of the expressions you use. "Cockle-burr" is a phrase with which I am not familiar but I like it, as I like "close ranger" inventively rhymed with danger. And who doesn't love "schmooze", such an onomatopoeic word. Finally I like your alliterative closing line. It's a lovely poem anyone would have been proud to have written about them. xoxo