The Park Bench

The Park Bench

A Poem by beancountersar
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I was originally going to make this a long, rather deep poem, but the Muse had different ideas. Tell me how I might improve it.

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The Park Bench

 

Whirlwind of leaves brown and red

Backdrop of mounds and bushes and broad-leaf trees

Sunrays prevailing through gray curtains above

And  pigeons hover nearby, riding on a soft breeze.

 

There it sits, the old park bench

With peeling paint, a bit of rust and battered plank or two;

Its purpose simple, its task divine and soothing,

Yes, it awaits as steady as the Sun tarries to make each day anew.

 

The stories it knows and travels taken;

Tales of yesterday, and the unspoken sorrow of hearts chained

Have worn the old bench with cracks and warps

Lovers, loners and friends are gone but the love still remains.

 

Copyright 2008

Steve

 

© 2008 beancountersar


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I love the feeling of this and the beauty of the bench and the memories it has experienced. It has soaked up all of the emotions that has been shared with it and remains still to continue to do the same. Great write as always my friend. Blessings, Lesa

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is an exceptional work of art, I mean that in a literal way because when you one reads your words they easily canvas the image. Well Done!


Posted 16 Years Ago


At this time of year, sitting on a bench with the one you love, under falling leaves, can be so romantic. No words are necessary, just the comfort of one another, side by side.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I do not think that this is the intent of the piece, yet I find it comforting somehow. A strudy park bench always there never going anywhere. The tale paints a picture of the stories it knows and the lives it has intermingled with, but the poem brings comfort. I suppose as a reader, I am intertwining your words with my own memories of times spent just sitting on a park bench or anywhere kicking back and relaxing with a loved one. The secrets shared, the smiles, and every now and then a tear or two... All while the bench is observing all secrets.. all smiles, and all the tears.

Comforting ink!



Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on October 17, 2008

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Hi and welcome to my writer's page. I am a novice writer of poems, ideas and stories. My day job being a CPA in Kansas. I have many interests such as sports, politics, human behavior, jogging, and o.. more..

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