Desolated park benches

 

Benches are immense;

Sitters are few.

Where are us?

Me and you!

All around just fly those pestilence-stricken,deceased leaves.

Yellow,and black,and pale,and hectic red.

Clinging to the legs and adorning the tops.

The surface has all blasted,

Like a lonely heath.

As if waiting and howling like the loathsome witches,

For a Shakespearean Macbeth.

But,

Upon these,

Only the crows care to excrete their faeces.

Those green laminated surfaces have lost their lustre

They do not tickle me anymore like that glossy paper

And conditioned hair,

They show in shampoo advertisements.

Sitting cross-legged,

Devoid of ladylike manners,

I am just licking something tangy.

Say a candy or a Jolly rancher.

This will keep me satisfied

Do you think that?

It will land up in my stomach and release something,

Like a cloud of sweetness.

But what will be the net result?

Another cloud of desolation!

So,let it stay in my womb,

Like a blip.

Before it's existence is all subjected

To a graveyard,

Author's Note

'Yellow..........red"is not my own creation.I have stolen this line from Shelley's "Ode to the West wind."Couldn't think of anything more appropriate and alluring than this.

Reviews

[Gabriel's Last Breath (..]

Something i'd expect to be forced to read back in my high school years. You know, where they are trying to open your eyes to great writing. It's really, really, really....really great writing. I don't know anything about poetry, so let my comment dissipate into a haystack---BUT, i hate reading, and for me to read something; winning.

[fattycbreezy52]

wow...i am honoured then.You are right!Glad I could bring that change in you;D

[Gabriel's Last Breath (band)]

i almost forgot, do you make the photos? or some, any--or acquire them elsewhere?

[fattycbreezy52]

I acquire them from google(Sos.kinda ) and also in my leisure time,do some creativity like typing my poem on a background or stuff:)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I love the picture FCB. Like it, your poem is full of vivid description and I could envisage that neglected old bench sitting unused. Then the tone changes and it becomes a very introspective and sadly reflective piece. Full once more of complicated emotions.

[fattycbreezy52]

yes,thanks a lot John....Means a lot:)