Friendship Dissected


Intimate strangers
Waving at one another
Coming and going
Exchanging a word or two
Avoiding disagreement

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on March 3, 2018, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. seems about right!
    imaging another
    culture where
    connection & interaction
    are most valued 🙂

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  2. It makes me sad that the world feels so impersonal at times. It’s reasonably friendly, but it seems we seldom take the time to make meaningful eye contact or have deep conversations. We hunger for that intimacy and often don’t even know it. Fear gets in the way….

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  3. Internet friendships?

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  4. And maybe a step further, technology plays a vital part in the impersonal finding, Ben. At least that’s my feeling. More often than not, many people have their heads down, plugged in. So if even a word or two is shared, that’s not so bad. 🙂

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