Submitted by Willie Smith
Sat on a bench on the edge of a lawn,
nursing lemonade with gin,
toying with memory’s engine.
Why is yes minus es. Memory of
an echo echoes in the memory.
Swallows desolate the colonnade. A
distant couple’s berating
passes out of hearing.
Little boys in the shadows
A bat slices the air,
reverberating in the ear.
Stars not yet there
in the purple poise. The gears,
the worms, the shifts, the buttons
down the suit disappear. This early fall
early evening suits itself, leaves
blowing across the lawn
blowing across the lawn,
the soul the sole remains.
Painting: Vincet van Gogh – Four People on a Bench
Love this one!
This is great!
+1. Terrific word play, the language and the meanings elusive and slippery as the light fades.
The last line … spectacular!
Wonderful imagery in this exquisite poem.
I really like this line, “toying with memory’s engine.”