Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography and Poetry
“I must go in. The fog is rising” EMILY ELIZABETH DICKINSON
Night on the Bench
Surrounded by misty air
Missed the last fare
Sitting on the park bench
Wishing I had worn a trench
The eerie surroundings
Leaving my heart pounding
Not a soul in sight
On this mystical night
Wrapping my coat tighter
My mood getting lighter
I hear some noises
A car approaches
Finally, I have a ride!
Poetry and Photography
Posted in Travel Words Bench Photo Challenge, the Bench Series
“I must go in. The fog is rising” EMILY ELIZABETH DICKINSON
Halloween Night on the Bench
Surrounded by misty air
Missed the last fare
Sitting on the park bench
Wishing I had worn a trench
The eerie surroundings
Leaving my heart pounding
Not a soul in sight
On this mystical night
Wrapping my coat tighter
My mood getting lighter
I hear some noises
A car approaches
Finally, I have a ride!
Week Three: This week’s theme: The Park Bench
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet” Napoleon Bonaparte
The Respite
Don’t be afraid
Please, sit down
I may look a little dreary
But it’s nice here in the shade
Surely you must be weary
From your stroll around town
I may not be the perfect sight
But before you scoff
Just take a load off
I promise not to bite
Rantings Of A Third Kind 