Monday 2 September 2013

Rocky Point Park


but for 
the walk to Rocky Point Park

many days  
would, probably, roll out 
in perfunctory sameness.

inertia waits, with time,  
for when the freedom, 
of not having anything particular to do -

losses its joie to vivre.
 
and so, I find pleasant purpose  
in the mosey stroll to my favorite bench.

and once there,  
seated in pine breezes

amongst fellow ancients  
and mothers and babies

and fragrant green grass and leaves  
and book pages -

the quiet kindles  
like golden windows 
in the dark.

especially:

if the chapter  
is at a good part

or I’ve remembered to bring  
a piece of fruit

or a stranger passes by  
and nods in warm crinkles . . .

and I am carefree. 

photo:  Rocky Point Park Benches – W. Bourke 

© 2013 Wendy Bourke

5 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Wendy. I think this a new favorite of your for me. You've captured mood so wonderfully. Warm and lovely work!

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  2. Wow! High praise (from such a gifted poet). Thanks so much, Jennifer.

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  3. V. nice. Another one I can personally relate to.

    Some of my favorite words:

    the quiet kindles
    like golden windows
    in the dark

    if the chapter
    is at a good part

    or I’ve remembered to bring
    a piece of fruit

    Your all-green picture works well too!

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  4. Once again, thanks so much for your thoughtful comments, Janet.

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