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I love the artwork you choose to go with your poem you captured my attention from the first word to the last
I had to smiling thinking when I'd move to as new house now an apartment the things I would known of those wall could talk
thank you for sharing
Yes, you have made All time best number 500. I don't know what the number means here.
It has come together very well with ABCB rhyme except for the last stanza which is ABCC rhyme. I enjoy all the explanations and stories associated with the seat. It certainly has a few tales to tell!
Yes, on occasion, I run into an old and uncared for park. I wonder as well of love professed, hearts broken, love made and children playing, swings a swaying and laughter everywhere. In some respects, these parks now remind me of old cemeteries long forgotten. But, what marvelous places they once were! Best wishes.
In my opinion, a simply beautiful write, outstanding in every detail of its stunning rhyming rhythm - loved my read and appreciated the smooth flow of this lovely poem - a standard with this exquisite writer....
What a beautiful ode to this aging bench.
I love benches.
I have one that I sit on in the mornings,
and watch the birds and flowers.
It's an old antiqued one also....
your poem makes me wonder at it's stories.
It's so sad to see once elegant monuments to artistry allowed to run to wrack and ruin, like old buildings, only needing some renovation and TKC to return to their former glory. Old bench seats, (some donated by once prominent citizens) a beautfully orchestrated work here, with deftly crafted.stanzas glowing with articulation and elegance, rhyme and slant rhyme dominating, well done Di, blessings, Roy
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This bench looks so sad and lonely. It seems that it had a busy life before it was ignored and forgotten by those who used it for their reasons. Maybe someone can cut back the weeds and revive its use. It looks like a good place to rest and think.
This is truly lovely and such a hauntingly forlorn feeling to it. I felt such compassion for the bench I wanted to scoop it up and carry it away to my backyard where it could be fixed up and given a place of honor. Well done, my eloquent friend. Thank you very much for sharing it.
How time ravages all that was once sparkling new and of use, but I rather like the bench blending into the scene here as if it were being swallowed by the garden. Your pome reminisces here of times gone by and the visions this bench must have seen. A mix of rhymes and meter here with no clear form, but a very enjoyable poem, love Dolly x
These verses say it all...The down-trodden and strollers once
lingered to gobble-down their lunch.
They've now forsaken this vintage throne
for shinier, benches unknown
even though ...This old wrought iron retreat
once enticed lovers to sit
Very eloquently penned. Loved it all.