The part-time BENCH [reflection]

The poem is a reflection, some thoughts that lingered in my mind as I took the image beyond visual appeal, articulating words describing my view

 

Reflection
courtesy Ella Wilson

I sit there
parked, front row sidewalk
part dark, part bright
looming turgid, trees, shadowing
distant, sun, past narrowed spaces, showering light
moist air, serene, circumventing, pleasured
but lustrous iron, sugar coated, rusting
midday, who’s to sit, responsive incalescent
but not to conk the alga
turned green, it’s green, it’s safe,
who’s to question my originality, wooden build
bearing on my aura, switched color.
I somehow doubt
strength
empty have been for long
like those disquieted men
sit on me
extending eyes to visible horizon
brightened by stark sun
taken aback, closing their eyes
to glimpse of darkness
finding their way
to galvanize, foreclose corrosion
weighing their failures onto me
gripping, soaking their sadness and vanity, re-leaving
I feast on their unhappy,
nourishing the  algae
it grows, I rust
they rise void of sorrow
and I their pain taker, strong
shall be called the “part-time bench”.

53 thoughts on “The part-time BENCH [reflection]

  1. Well done, I love how you made the bench real and shared it’s emotions~
    I love these lines,
    “I feast on their unhappy,
    nourishing the algae
    it grows, I rust
    they rise void of sorrow
    and I their pain taker, strong
    shall be called the “part-time bench”.

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  2. hehe – like the title…creative and guess all the park benches could tell lots and lots of stories..and i like you gave your park bench a voice….i was sitting on a bench at the cemetery today…writing poems on my iPhone..

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    • yeah, the benches do have their stories, but whenever I sit in a park I usually feel relaxed and rejuvenated as if the bench takes my pain, but of-course the plants, the surrounding play a major role as well.

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  3. That was creative and really good. Great personification! I think my fav line is “weighing their failures on to me gripping, soaking their sadness andd vanity”

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    • Thanks Jean,
      I’m glad you think so, I feel if you give sense and meaning to even the most unreal things, we develop a sense of gratitude and do not mistake confidence for over-confidence or ego.

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  4. You show what an effective poetic device it is–to personify and object. This makes me want to find “something” like it today when I walk the dogs and see what it brings me. Thanks for tickling my imagination. Think I might use this for my Monday Morning Writing Prompt and would love to have you link this. Victoria

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    • yup, bench as a pain-taker, quite a thrill to create helpful associations even when they are just some non-living objects.

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  5. I like that you wrote from the POV of bench. Some lovely language in this too I particularly like the lines:
    ‘weighing their failures onto me
    gripping, soaking their sadness and vanity, re-leaving
    I feast on their unhappy’

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  6. Love this. Yes, everything is alive, we just have to quiet our minds to feel it. You obviously can do it.
    Lovely prose, thanks for sharing and thank you for your lovely comment on my own. 🙂

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  8. Very nicely done. I love when others see a singular image and can compose something well beyond description alone. Bravo. Love the streaming in it too. Thanks for sharing this:)

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  9. Great identity poem…questioning humility and the nature of power.and what we allow ourselves to endure for the sake of…something/someone?.
    …this is what your words evoked in me. Incredible poem.

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  10. Fantastic, thanks for sharing. I never imagined this but now I will see , or rather sit , benches in a different way. Your diction is excellent as well, I had to think and find out some defintions in there. 🙂

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    • Good luck seeing benches in different ways, although you could see right about anything in your own perspective, I hope you do and share it with me.
      Thank you!

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