The Bench

A continuation of a current theme I'm developing...

The Bench, he sits and waits

By the water edge and the cemetery gates

Hold no quandary for his broken part

Can lend solace to a solemn heart

 

He overlooks the Thames at dawn

Offers an arm for a yawning man

And asks for nothing in return

Agrees a plaque for those who yearn

 

Through wind, rain, snow and sleet

He is the never moving seat

Made from wood that surrounds

Watches bum up...and bum down

 

He will be the first kiss of adolescent

The secret surprise of the birthday present

He feels the vibration when you clench

He is the forever faithful wooden park bench

Reviews

[Caydie Hall]

This is splendid. The flow is well-developed. What a brilliant idea. A tribute to the most ordinary and basic things we overlook and use without gratitude. But they too go through changes and time with us. I was thinking about a similar idea recently looking at a slide on the playground...and I think you've inspired me to create a poem with it.THanks!

[Barbara Walker]

Very unique with great imagery! Enjoyed reading!

[Snuggles McClintock]

I like the concept behind this piece: personification of a park bench. very original, and I enjoyed the way you explored the commonality of public things

[Jessica M.]

Wow, this poem has a really good rhythm. And I love the perspective. I never would have thought of a benches perspective on life. They do endure quite a lot of humanity's futile ramblings. Nice poem, nice rhyme. :]

[Lauren Beth]

Great piece, I love how you personified the park bench and gave the reader insight into "his" life which is probably not often considered. I especially love the first and last stanzas...I can really see your wooden park bench. Nice write!

[hey]

usually, I don't like when couplets are used for a serious tone, but this actually works well. It's beautiful and it flows very fluid. I love the last stanza, especially "He will be the first kiss of adolescence" I love the feeling this piece leaves me with, its bittersweet.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

What a true delight! This is a wonderful delve into the inanimate object animated into life in miraculous and beautiful circumstances. Truly a delight to read. What a talented work. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[R J Askew]

Wonderful job. This is in the same vein as the suicidal bag. The theme here is gentler and most thoughful. The observations on the bench are almost achingly tender. Most of us pass such ordinary bits of public furniture all the time without giving them a second though. But your poet's eye and mind see what others do not. 'Offers and arm ... ' and, esp '... the never-moving seat ... ' are the best dabs for me. My only critical comment wld be that the last verse flags a tad. But that is just because the previous two are wonderful.