empty bench

mmhmm... i like to sit on a bench and soak of the aura of its memories... who has it listened to? How many times has it comforted a tired traveler? How big is its compassion to allow yet another sleepy blanket-bound rester?

Lovely congratulations dearest!

So cool. Congratulations!!

This is truly lovely Ink. Smiles, Anne :-)

What a way to look at it. Just beautiful.

An endearing verse. Thank you for this new look at benches. They are intriguing.

Oh , I love this! Thank you for sharing. A Fave for me :)

Hello Ink Empress, your right a bench is never lonely. Merry Christmas. Also all the best for the New Year. /Darlene/

Dear Ink, your poem is a deeply introspective and profound piece that evokes profound emotions. The empty bench serves as a symbol of both darkness and light, offering a welcoming space for contemplation to tired travelers. Indeed, this composition evokes a strong emotional response. Your concise language holds significant emotional significance, dear companion. I wish you and your loved ones a joyful Christmas and a prosperous new year.

It does harbor goodwill--an invitation to life--an empty bench welcomes! Kudos for reading its mind, Ink.

A deep analogy and use of metaphorical language in your verse to express the hollowness you feel, but seem content.. like you are counting your blessings around you, despite certain people not respecting your boundaries.. i guess.. The poem's brevity contributes to its impact, allowing each word to carry weight and significance. The eloquent language and carefully chosen metaphors create a sense of poetic elegance, inviting readers to reflect on the enduring nature of emotional imprints of you.

Soul touching, Indeed, Ink. Few words say a lot here. A very emotional write, dear friend. Merry Christmas to you and your family! Charlie

Wow, this is such a deep and resonating poem, you've conveyed so much emotions within few words.. "An empty bench is never homeless" A very thought-provoking and heartfelt line it is.. That empty bench is never homeless as it shelters those reveries either of darkness or light.. It shelters the reminiscent golden prints of amethyst heartbeats which may weave the scintillating tapestries of tomorrows.. What a marvelous write dear Ink, this is truly soul-touching. Keep writing and shining, wow :)

An empty bench is never homeless…. Truly is … mmm what a start!!! Love everything this piece holds n how it flow… something so empty can home such golden prints of amethyst heartbeat!!! Like how ur heart homes mine!!!! Mmmmm … damn papi u sooo romantic ae!!! I blush!

Awwww I love the first line . An empty bench is never homeless … what a way to start your poem .