John Lawless Poet Personification

Park Bench 286 - Boston Common - Christmas

Park Bench #286
Boston Common
Christmas

Colder, less comfortable,
holding court with
weakly trembling sun
I offer my scant refuge -
a silent moment - awaiting
life’s unrepentant penitents.

I listen as regret
stings the faded paint
of weathered necessity,
as tears make me cry
for the rain.

I am scarred
by the knife points
of broken hearts,
stained by the tremors
of spilled wine,
splintered by the pain
of anger’s boots.

The lights glisten
in the icy winds
mocking me - they dance
across the crumbled snow,
carolers pass by
rushing to sing of joy
at well lit windows.

A tattered coat slides
wearily accepting my offer
the crusted weight of a life
seeking the solitude
of loneliness. 


John G. Lawless
©11/26/2018

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Jan Allison December 8, 2018 at 5:04 AM Life out on the streets especially at this time of year must be quite unbearable, I can picture the scene so vividly, it's all post painful to read with your stark imagery which cuts like an icicle through the heart:-( hugs Jan xx