The Thinking Bench Poem by White Tiger
The Thinking Bench
As I sit on this bench
I start to think
My thoughts get deeper
Without a blink
My mind goes numb
As I ponder and wonder
Like in a zombie state
Staring and somber
I start to get comfy
And I lay right back
For this bench is wide
And sturdy on its track
I close my eyes and think
But the bench has got my number
I stretch out and fall asleep
As she comforts my slumber.
C. Vergara
05.26.2017
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4/26/2024 2:20:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thanks for sharing, Dear Poet. Perfect rhyming and focused treatment. With your artistry even an inanimate object could start breathing. Part of MyPoemList.