On a Bench Passing by

The bench I'll sit,
and gape; to
ponder, and
ruminate.

Watch the cur;
Scare the lass --
in their hackneyed bonnets!

The late Sun has quivered, and
through that arc
repels the moon;
while

Playful kiddies gamboling,
beneath the day old Sun;
delving into memories --
and living nostalgically.

Reviews

[Lourisa]

A beautiful poem, Randall. I especially like the last verse. Great imagery.

[emmajoy]

There's a touch of the Romantic poets here.. ripples like a stream.

[Latifa]

aah I absolutely loved it, sooo artistic and the use of words is just mind blowing, great piece .