Park Bench Solace
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
There was a time in my experience when inordinate friendship, in an often times friendless city, was more valuable than gold. In my senior years, platinum has replaced gold. For human friendship is so hesitant as to be unavailable at times of most need. Friendship is so elusive. Of course, we all have acquaintances we wished could prove themselves friends, yes? (Image by Flickr)
Monday, September 18, 2017
Park Bench Solace
Staring up from my park bench,
Spartan threadbare blanket adequate,
winged life swirls about fading light’s warmth,
and I envy,
Oh, how I envy.
At midnight,
like other nights,
lamp power shuts off,
you flutter to my chest.
My eyes follow as you adjust
our night-moth visitation,
if only to shiver
beneath my cupped hand.
Our hearts pulsate together,
our insignificance
still a sign of perseverance,
our lives triumphant
against a world’s cruelty.
No blind chance this,
me of tears like Pagliacci.
You of powdered face
like a injured mime.
Sleeping sadness of clowns we,
welcoming another night’s
circus of dreams.
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Love ya!
Jane
And, I recall how, when captured, moths often shed a powder like substance. I always wondered if the loss of that powder affected them in any way--like flying.
Ron