Old Couple Sitting on a Bench
Poetic thoughts
Do you ever see a couple sitting on a bench, and wonder a little too much about what brought them to that point,
no not on the bench, but to that point in their lives, the highs the lows, the fast, the slow, the ups, the downs, the in and outs,
the soft shoe shuffle and raspy sernade, the hurtful words and painful tears, births, marriages, deaths, suicides,
rich meals, poor dinners, milky teas, black coffees and salty beers, the occasional affair,
the new job, new house, new car, overtime, remortgage, write-off, divorce, remarriage, reconnection, kids, grandkids, accusations, recriminations, celebrations, commiserations?
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
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Comments (11)
I like this!! Uh the trajectory of life! I use to people watch.. but rarely do now.. I expect it’s a pastime I need to pick up again to fuel some writing if anything. 😄
I do alot 🤍 There is just so much we don't know about other people and their lives. Loved the simplicity and beauty of this one 🤍
All the time.
Hi 'P' - I "Commiserate" with 'Special' poignant memories on this one ~ Just wrote about 'Meet-Ups' that last 'Heartsy' ~ - Thanks for this - j-bud
I always thinking about what brings people to their points in life. For some reason “occasional affair” sent me 🥹😅
Sadly, I've never seen an old couple who are still in love with each other. But hypothetically, if I do see one, then yes, I'd definitely wonder these things. Wonderful poem Sir Paul! 🍩🥐
Excellent ponderings. I love to people-watch and to just talk to people and learn their stories. It always amazes me!
Yes. A regular past time, when I am just hanging out with no one to talk to.😉
Nicely written 📝 💖😁👍
I observe people all the time and wonder about their story. 😎
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