THIS BENCH

THIS BENCH

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
"

a future?

"

Still, I remain on this bench

perhaps it is a foreboding of  the near present

so many decisions to assemble

in a foreign land

where I am a stranger to everyone

including my dear soldier

whether to remain in England

that the possibility of  his amnesia  pikes out

and he recognizes me in my present state

all these notions need attention  straightaway

 

This bench means a lot to me

it is my salvation from the horrors of my foolish visit

to the gentleman

when I could  run  away no more

my legs stripped from under me

I  sat for hours collecting myself

as you well know my predicament

yet is has some value, some respite, some memories

that is why I have  this bench from which to

take flight to a new adventure if I please

 

Though, first I would like to unwrap this blanket from my body which shrouds me and my mind together

during my initial shock

in addition, it will release the tension that envelops me

I fold it and lay it next to me

now I can breathe and view my life before me more clearly

 

Foremost, I touch my baby and sing to him while

he peacefully sleeps

he must be tired with all the kicking this morning

I yawn and peek at the sun, then remind him that I love him very much

I lift off the bench and walk through a lovely park

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2024 Betty Hermelee


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So many questions and a walk through the many times can help easy the mind of its constant worry. Sometime being wrapped in a warm blanket can give us great comfort when the heart and mind are weary.

Amazing storytelling that continues on. I have love this tale from the first piece you posted

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Betty Hermelee

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you PB, for your fine review I would love you to purchase (AT BRIDGE'S END) and write a review.. read more
this was simply incredible. what appears to be a simple scene, someone sitting on a park bench for a rest. but it is not her legs she needs to rest. this space allows her to recall, reflect, to process anxiety, and other thoughts and feelings. it is not a bench, it is an open-air meditation room. and there is an almost spiritual moment, as she accepts the burdens along with the joys of life. yet these ideas are weaved in with such subtlety in these intricately crafted lines that flow off the page with such lucidity. this was a very earthly and emotional feature.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Betty Hermelee

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you for you heartfelt review! ERN, this is going to be a sequel to my fist published book call.. read more
Being pregnant is such a blessing, even when times are hard, you have a love that could be no better within you. Such a beautiful and poignant write, Betty:)

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Betty Hermelee

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you Pryde, a lovely review
Warmly, B
An empty bench offers solitude. A place to sit and think, to weigh situations up. The baby will come first. Everything else I feel will take second place. Beautifully penned Betty. Looking forward to more. Happy new year.

Chris 🌹

Posted 1 Month Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Month Ago

Thank you dear Chris...hope you are enjoying the weekend, it's frigid here with storm to come! UGHread more
I felt a certain level of loneliness in this heartfelt write, so very nicely written and expressed

Posted 1 Month Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Month Ago

thank you so much, appreciated…
Warmly, B
dear Betty... when you carry a Baby... you become a Savior that protects each move and feeling. You are totally receptive as the Moon moves across the Sky. A peaceful time. tenderly, Pat

Posted 1 Month Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Month Ago

It should be peaceful dear Pat, but not always
hope you are having a lovely weekend; I think .. read more
Patricia Wedel

2 Weeks Ago

dear Betty... yes... we may have Snow; but just enough to inspire a poem ... I am thinking buds of f.. read more
Betty Hermelee

2 Weeks Ago

Sounds beautiful dear Pat, looking forward to it!
Warmly, B
I get the feeling of deep repose from this lovely write, Betty. The mind is in turmoil but sitting there on the trusty bench gives it a small reprieve slowly giving way to a more manageable flow of thoughts. I really like this one!

Posted 1 Month Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Month Ago

Thank you Dara for a very understanding review!
more to come!
Warmly, B
I felt the separation, the loneliness in the words dear Betty. All of us are seeking safe place to rest. Powerful and worthwhile flow of thoughts my dear friend. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Month Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Month Ago

Thank you dear John for that lovely review, much appreciated!
Warmly, B
THERE needs to be a place when one can sit.. perhaps only sit.. and think perhaps or.. think only of thinking.. something.. anything.. nothing. No commitment, no overthing.. meditation of a selfish nothingness. Perhaps. Maybe. Why not. Does it matter. Liberty or Freedom there for the use of.. if wanted.

A poem, a gift of thought to unravel.. or not.

Posted 1 Month Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

1 Month Ago

No need to unravel, dear EM, just contemplate the cosmos, mind meandering to nowhere....its' still s.. read more
Bench is stable and denotes present time. Nicely written poem. Thumbs up

Posted 1 Month Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Month Ago

Thank you TP for your very good review!
Warmly, B

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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..

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