Thursday, 22 August 2019

park bench


in the park ... there is a bench ...
perfectly placed ... away from the thick of things
... where ... the wind tosses through tree branches
in euphoric whooshing billows and effusions
of pine scent and flora

it sits at the half-way point of a pleasant park trail loop …
as if midway through a happy-sad story

it is far-flung enough that quiet contemplation is
unlikely to be disturbed … and private conversation ...
unlikely to be heard ... it is a good place for an apology ...
or a breakup ... or a confession ... or a secret ... and is used thus

as the deleterious accoutrements to human misery that
… periodically ... appear between the seat slates ...
sadly confirm ... for me ... at such times as these

it is the locus of a thousand contrasts that span
the spectrum of mortal existence … for even as …
I peer down upon a recently deposited relic of sorrow

off in the distance ... from the playground ... comes ...
the laughter of children in the loveliest of notes
in the rollicking trills of the innocent
as spontaneously as
effervescent bubbles ... bursting …
to the top of a filled-to-the-rim glass … full 

photo: Park Bench - W. Bourke

© 2019 Wendy Bourke

17 comments:

  1. Finely wrought, Wendy. Oh, if park benches could talk! And there is such hope in that close that it made me smile.

    Also, in response to your comments on my blog about my support: you are so welcome, friend! It has been my pleasure to read you over the years! Keep 'em coming :-)

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  2. Ah, it is nice to have such a place to contemplate, cogitate, and have some serious conversation in the middle of a park. Private, but not out of earshot of children playing. The best of both worlds - the serious contemplative side as well as the playful and joyous side. We need to keep both in mind as we live through each day.

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  3. To find a special bench is a real joy

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  4. as if midway through a happy-sad story.. love that image!

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  5. Yes park benches do have such varied emotions uttered on the seat, as varied is the whole of life whilst the laughter of children would make it less condusive to lovers parting...newly weds might thinks theyll have youngsters playing on the swings soon!

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  6. Oh, the tales that bench has overheard. I love the description of the tree branches, whooshing! And the sound of children's laughter to offset deeper ponderings.

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  7. And we've walked into the murmur of the tales in the midst of the poem, like a walk through the seasons of a park. :)

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  8. There are such places, and they should be placed in the highest regard. Wonderful that there are such places, and I try to imagine how sounds from the playground will work with a break-up

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  9. Wendy, this is heart-burstingly beautiful. A happy-sad story of humanity - its beauty in its truth. I am awed by the line "it is the locus of a thousand contrasts that span the spectrum of mortal existence". Amazing!

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  10. A lovely poem! Park benches well set for quiet contemplation and being albe to hear the song of birds.

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  11. yup you got it! park benches are always the best for contemplation and such without being disturbed. even if someone or two are nearby.

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  12. it is the locus of a thousand contrasts that span
    the spectrum of mortal existence

    what a thought here. We are certainly things of contrast

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  13. Or it might be used to sit and write a poem. (Smile.) I love how you fill this empty scene – admittedly only one corner of it – with ongoing life.

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  14. I love the depth, the contemplative mood, the beautifully poetic phrases that you've woven in this poem. How I would love to sit there, perhaps not to undergo or ponder life's contradictions, but definitely to simply listen.

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  15. What a wonderful spot. I love the sounds most of all, what they promise. I could probably sit there for ages and ages, enjoying the sight and sound of life happening...

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  16. This is utterly gorgeous!💖 I especially love; "the wind tosses through tree branches in euphoric whooshing billows and effusions of pine scent and flora."😊

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  17. I think every park has one of these, and every person who sits on the bench adds a new chapter to its story. I'm charmed by the optimistic ending.

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