A Park Bench

There's always someone there

lost in the days of remember

roaming the back roads of youth

stomp slushy cold sidewalks December

Splashing and kicking at truth

Or dance through a carpet of pollen

caking in puddles and weeds

swinging both arms as we spin

Together in all our misdeeds

He sits by the road both hands on his cane

And what his eyes see isn't there

But that whimsical smile has got him again

As his toe taps to music of her

Reviews

[Joiedevivre]

aaa eternal lust. You paint a vivid canvas here, this is really an outstanding poem, nostalgic but hopeful.

[Ron]

Donald this is a mellow ditty. As age creeps on it is particularly vivid for me. I'll keep following the cranes if you keep writing them!

[Sel Whiteley]

That is incredible, I just love it. You sensitively draw someone looking back with nostalgia. The imagery such as "stomp slushy cold sidewalks December" is very vivid and shows your sonic mastery. And the reflection on her, and how it fills him with joy, wonderful.

[Ladysue]

Oh, I love those two last lines..this is very moving... great imagery. written with precision...

[An Ordinary Woman]

awwww, that is sweet! I can see him sitting there tapping his cane. "the music of her..." I love that!

[Ed Hart]

a heart grabber, this...i know well the present company of faded days

[Tomás Ó C..]

Loe the imagery, there is something about us Irish and Scots and Scots-Irish writer that captures the emotions of others in our writings!!!

[Gandré]

such freshly breeze... this poem reads like floating in an ocean of memories, intoxicating air from THEN through a more sober world of NOW. he dreams..