The Wooden Bench

by Renegade Angel   Nov 17, 2020


It holds all the secrets, all the memories.

The dewy moss that accumulates in its waking of daily counseling

All those laughs, all those tears.
Nothing outlives the sturdiness of the wooden structure.

Each year more frail and gleaming than the last.

It Repeats the cycle until there is no more.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    This reminded me of "The Giving Tree", and how nature can provide us the ability to counsel or at least have a place to rest and clear our mind. This bench witnesses so much, all aspects of life really. The heartbreak, sorrow but also inexplicable joy. My only suggestion would be to include more specifics in this piece, instead of generalizing laughs and tears. Though in the vague "secrets" and "memories" part, it does hold an air of mystery and intrigue.

  • 3 years ago

    by Michael

    Memoirs of an old wooden bench (if only it could talk) nicely penned. M :)

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