That To Me Friendship Is

When what he wants to say you want to hear, Notso he says you find colour-less spring; When mutual silence seems reinforcing, Cosy in his world when you appear; Departing needs when no formal goodbye, When sorry and thanks seem so redundant, All-revealing when sounds a single sigh, In whose friendship you win life's battlefront. A friend that forever is there in need, And still, he's one that gives you ample space, His presence seldom is burdensome face, His word goes a long way to become deed; That to me friendship is, All else a passing breeze! ______________________________________________________ Traditionally sonnets have an octave of eight lines, and a sestet of six. This sonnet too appears to have the same. But the last two lines of the sestet are half its syllabic length, and so effectively make a single line (two half lines) . This sonnet hence has a division of 8+5, not the usual 8+6. The true harmonic proportion is (5/8= 8/13) . For more, see Whatso Nature Has Made', Sonnets| 11.12.2017 | ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 09.08.16 |