A Memory, Framed

a poem i made based off of an image for a contest

 The empty path

Stretches onward through the park,

As old wooden benches line the way

That once seated the weary wanderers,

And happy lovers,

And the simple person

Who just wanted to take in the view.

 

The lampposts rise high

And arc at their peak

To took down and guide the weary wanderer

To create an individualized world for the lovers

And to lead the simple viewer

Back to where he came

To they may want to come again.

 

The trees rise from the sturdy earth

As the branches stretch their fingertips,

Trying to reach the sun

But forever bound to the earth

They keep reaching and reaching

Toward the sun,

Even though impossible

They try so hard, their multicolor leaves fall off,

Scattering around

The wanderer,

The lovers,

And the simple person

As they admire the beauty of the scene.

 

So i take that memory,

And frame it in my mind 

Though it becomes black and white

With age.

 

 

Reviews

[Marina]

Woah. Good chills, again.

You just can't stop writing good stuff, can you?
Believe me when I say this: This is jealousy at its best.

I envy everything about you. Especcially your words.
Especcially your keyboard. I want to be your key board and extract all the geniousness from your hands.

:P I love you. Can't wait for Canobee.
This is a beautiful poem.

Stay Sweet (or feel my wrath),
The great-Almighty-
Rina.

[Ashley]

Very nice! I love it!

[erased]

Wow! The last lines were breathtaking (in a sober way). I liked the whole unified image of this lonely path. It is an authentic and uncompromisingly true to life picture... and tinged with perciptible nostalgia.

i loved it.