David McLansky

Freshman - 868 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Kay Borth's Bench - Poem by David McLansky

In the sunlight,
An empty bench
Before your house
A ghostly sense;
The wooden slats
Once painted red,
Where once you sat
With nodding head
Show flecks of gray
The paint chipped off
A quiet place to sit and pray..

The cat has fled;
To the neighbors yard,
Beneath the shed,
Life turns hard;
No more easy
Kitty treats
No boney laps
Her fur stroked sleek

I still recall your bright 'Halloo, '
Your arm held high
As we paused to go
The cat sprang up
And climbed a tree;
And menaced us
Cold eyes that see.

The bench stands empty in the sun
No voice commands us that we come;
Just that faint whisper
Beyond despair;
A kind heart is gone
How still the air

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Comments about Kay Borth's Bench by David McLansky

  • Rookie - 52 Points Princess Lilypad (9/8/2013 8:04:00 AM)

    Wow. you are great. This is profoundly sad for me. I usually say a lot, but im speechless. NICE! (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,245 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (9/7/2013 11:09:00 AM)

    loved this beautiful work of object-person association. nice sketch, David. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013


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