Day 28: National Poetry Writing Month #30 Poems, 3 days #NaPoWriMo
There
on a bench
where they both sat down
in a far away field
in a stranger’s town
where
on a Sunday
when the flowers were waiting
they had no idea
of what fate was planting.
There
on the edge
of a changing sky
a seed was strumming
the strings of goodbye,
there
by the bark
and pressed into bench
two lives unaware
of the encroaching trench.
There
at the dawn
of a spring yet to bloom
they saw not the blossom
that shadowed their doom,
there
in the hook
of a bench and bark
a promise still whispers
of hope that missed the mark.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
Oh my, Damien. Perfect!
Oh my! Thank you, blushing!
🙂
There are seeds of despair as well as seeds of hope. beautifully put.
Thank you, as always x
The shifting focus. (K)
This is quite lovely…
Wow! Such a moving piece. So very Thankful of your poetic observations.
And I’m always grateful to be read! Big hugs and happy days!!