Park Bench Ghost

Why am I emerging from the dark 
Staring at a bench in City Park. 
Breathless air without a bird in song. 
So I sit, unknowing, yet belong.
 
Sudden waves of anguish flood my mind. 
Feral, vicious, senseless bursts of time. 
Then a calming whisper fills my ear
And my reason now, for being here.
 
Minutes of my final day proceed.
Mockingbirds and peanut squirrels to feed.  
Speckled sun through breezy treetops sway 
And two hidden figures inch my way. 

Choking arms, a weakness, loss of breath; 
Forced behind a thicket to my death. 
Off they bolted free without a trace. 
Now I'm vengeance. Patiently I wait.

I'm aware each footstep, as they move, 
But this peaceful park is where I choose. 
Soon they stalk again. I know the place. 
Little do they know the wrath they face.

Gene Bourne
11-29-13



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allusionanalogyangerangstbetrayaliambic pentameter

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Timothy Brumley

April 11, 2014 at 7:38 AM

A new "Crow" movie plot perhaps? A story well told Gene, creative, and scenic.

Gene Bourne

April 11, 2014 at 1:21 PM

Half way through my brain wanted to change to Iambic rather than Trochaic Pentameter. I think Trochaic was the way to go in the first person point of view. I don't compose many poems in "first person". I remember I wanted a ghost poem, but something different from the usual "ghost fare".That's when I thought of a park and having the ghost narrate. Thanks for commenting, Tim.....Gene Bourne