I think that's the best poem I have seen Neetu post, and it is so appropriately illustrated by A.Mac - an empty bench crossed by shadow in B&W - poignant and wonderful.
For me the bench and poem tug at painful memories. Remembering my grandfather who I lost years ago violently. Looking at the empty bench and reading the words of the poem remind me of what I had and lost, and what I long to have back. The memories flutter in my mind and sadness surfaces when I remember who is gone and why.
I am honored, Pj. When a reader connects with a poem I write, I have accomplished my mission as a poet. I am so sorry you lost your grandfather in a violent way. There is nothing worse than losing a loved one in that manner. Loss itself is hard to bear, but when the loss occurred with this added pain, it is even worse. I am truly sorry.
Although this collaborative work will certainly evoke sad memories, I believe it serves a positive purpose, namely, to remind each of us that we are, to one degree or another, alike, and, in our individual experiences which include "love and loss," we are kindred spirits and share empathy.
I'm happy and very grateful to be associated with those who have come to this thread … and hope others will as well.
Very true, Mac. Human experiences are universal and they connect us to one another. While individual pain and suffering, joy and happiness affect us personally, knowing that we are not alone in the experience of them is the bond we share.
A collaboration for NT members … alone.
Thank you, Mac, for this beautiful image.
Black and white is particularly striking for the mood of this poem.
I think that's the best poem I have seen Neetu post, and it is so appropriately illustrated by A.Mac - an empty bench crossed by shadow in B&W - poignant and wonderful.
Thank you Buzz; kind words like yours make the effort a pleasure.
I am honored, Buzz. Thank you. Mac's image in black and white is perfect for this poem.
I love the otherworldly effect of the bench, as first glance inviting, but upon second sight a feeling of foreboding.
Is it real, or a phantom in my head?
Perfect illustration to go with a beautiful poem of pensive longing / questioned reality.
Many thanks for a well-considered analysis, NWM.
NM, I appreciate your comment very much and am glad you caught the mood of the poem so aptly. Thank you.
The FP is toxic … I'll be posting more civil material in the coming days.
Good night all.
Isn't it time to take a break from Trump?
Well done Neetu, Mac.
Thank you, Kavika.
For me the bench and poem tug at painful memories. Remembering my grandfather who I lost years ago violently. Looking at the empty bench and reading the words of the poem remind me of what I had and lost, and what I long to have back. The memories flutter in my mind and sadness surfaces when I remember who is gone and why.
Thank you Mac and Neetu.
I am honored, Pj. When a reader connects with a poem I write, I have accomplished my mission as a poet. I am so sorry you lost your grandfather in a violent way. There is nothing worse than losing a loved one in that manner. Loss itself is hard to bear, but when the loss occurred with this added pain, it is even worse. I am truly sorry.
Although this collaborative work will certainly evoke sad memories, I believe it serves a positive purpose, namely, to remind each of us that we are, to one degree or another, alike, and, in our individual experiences which include "love and loss," we are kindred spirits and share empathy.
I'm happy and very grateful to be associated with those who have come to this thread … and hope others will as well.
Very true, Mac. Human experiences are universal and they connect us to one another. While individual pain and suffering, joy and happiness affect us personally, knowing that we are not alone in the experience of them is the bond we share.