A silent thought
Locked in mind
Over many years
Trapped in time
The creaking bough
Of an aging tree
Breaks the spell
Of its mystery.
Trickling sunshine
Through the leaves
To the knotted bench
Where once we dreamed
A hazy day
Of Summer sun
Distant past
Worries none.
Now that thought
Released again
Set free to roam
In managed pain
An old man with
A dampened eye
Now gently smiles
No more to cry.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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We never listen enough to the stories of the old benches...
they have a lot to say, thanks for read
Memories flow through this poem and drift off the page. A lovely write Norman a fave
most kind, thanking you always appreciated
Most welcome Norman
Great read, well written!
much appreciated, thanking you
Well written. Your poem explores the themes of memory, nostalgia, and the passage of time, focusing on how thoughts and memories can be both burdensome and liberating.
thanks for read always much appreciated
So welcome
A fine write N.
And now - a memory, a distant one, and that's a fact - of a bus turning up. You forgot what one looks like now?! lol.
thats true, been here that long I have forgotten lol
My friend, this feels like a poem about reconciliation with the past. The bench, the sunlight, the summer memories, and the aging figure all come together to create a gentle meditation on healing. The ending is especially touching. Beautiful piece, Norman. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you, always very much appreciated my friend
Brings me back to aging of favoured 'climbing' trees, whose branches became brittle and climbing was no longer safe. Most thoroughly enjoyed 🕊️🙏
much appreciated, thanks
Most welcome, friend 🕊️🙏
Why do nostalgic memories always have to be bittersweet. Great poem!
most kind, thanking you always appreciated
Keep on smiling Norman.
Andy
I always do my friend, thanks for reading always appreciated
It's beautiful how you expressed an old man stuck in his memory, and with dampening eyes, he seems to move on slowly - It's time.
thanks for read, always very much appreciated
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