Picnic in the park

carrying stones of loneliness
in her cheap Woolworth’s
handbag she stumbles
&
staggers from
park bench
to
park bench
searching for meaning
...for a future
...for something remotely
related to love
&
friendship

by the small pond
she sees Jesus treading
water 
while holy humans
throw prayers
of 
wanting
into his drowning
arms
&
crying children demand
attention

from her handbag
she unpacks her past
&
spreads
it on the grass
for all to bare
witness
before swallowing
the world’s misery
&
dying
by the daffodils

Author's Note

This poem has been abandoned.

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

I really liked this .A profound write you have penned here :)

[Sami Khalil]

I like the metaphors and analogies. You are a stylish of a writer...:)........