Through the park.
There is a bench.
On the bench
the welcome shark.
In the park.
On the bench.
Still September,
this drunken quench.
Leaves scatter.
The wind rustles.
Around the bench
The teeth chitter chatter.
The blowing leaves.
The dreadful weather.
Of the bench
Stick together like leather.
The path of the park.
Blocked by homeless.
The bench
A place to lark and talk.
The lonesome beauty.
The parks stench.
Natures whistle
A seat to quench.
Author notes
Thanks for introducing me to this author Nicolette!
A contest entry
- PIF Contest ~ Simplicity by Namita.
300 points, ended October 1, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Robert Bridge
Comments
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Great write. Thanks for entering, and good luck in the contest.
~Candy
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Interesting piece you have here. Quite a different take than what I would imagine, but, hey, you're not me!
I love the nice, subtle rhyme this piece has...and the way the lines go this and that way...really creative take on your part. I just discovered Nicolette, too, and I must agree with you in thanking KK for the introduction to her. All the best in the contest.
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September.
By no means is the park bench a quaint spot to meet the girl of your dreams, however ironically the park is a place where many people find themselves in this country at this time of year. This poem shows how a beautiful picturesque spot such as the picture chosen actually be quite menacing. Looks can be decieving. Judgement is something best reserved for those who can afford to omit the attachment of feelings. The park is another example of escapism, like love and alcoholism and like anyone who respects the freedom of speech, and is not afraid of this notion, can find this situation quite liberating. Almost challenging, yet conclusive of a desire to expand within the parameters of words, nature and country air.
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