yes, an empty bench
amidst peace and quiet
refreshing thoughts
calming
inviting…
for one so used
to the city’s hustle and bustle
to the fast paced life
high stakes
stresses
the empty bench
means nothing at all
to remain there
just as an empty bench
each passing day
for one who looks deep within
it holds meaning
heeds to the invitation
for peace and quiet, company
it will be an empty bench no more
Dine Racoma is Sexy Mom, a Filipina doing what she likes best—writing, her passion. She writes freelance, does research, advises on new media, and manages a virtual assistance office for home-based jobs.
A mother of 7 (what joy!) foremost, a wife, MIL, grandma to 2 pretty girls and an angel in heaven, sister, daughter, friend. Was in the corporate world for 27 years, the first 5 as Executive Secretary to an affiliate of the country’s biggest drug chain, and the last 22 as an international civil servant in an international development bank with HQ in Manila. Traveled extensively to many countries bringing about rich experiences and lessons learned to share with dear Readers. All these—in The D Spot
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9 responses so far ↓
Kyels // Jan 21, 2008 at 8:08 pm
It’s an escape to just sit on the bench because the hustle bustle of the city can be frustrating and stressful at times.
SexyMom: More than an escape. It’s a haven.
Baby Advice // Jan 21, 2008 at 10:37 pm
That is beautiful!
SexyMom: True.
ba // Jan 21, 2008 at 10:51 pm
Holding
Containing
Tranquility
And peace
SexyMom: True, BA—do you recall the times we have been there?. lvyah!
lady cess // Jan 22, 2008 at 6:42 pm
that spot is exactly what i’ve been looking for. saan yan?
SexyMom: Sacred Heart Novitiate in Novaliches.
carlotta // Jan 23, 2008 at 6:12 am
man, what would i give to be in a place like that right now! i’m in dire need of relaxation today..
haze // Jan 24, 2008 at 10:45 pm
B-eautiful and inviting
E-empty yet peaceful
N-othing but quiteness
C-atching view for eternity
H-ello care for a company!
Love the Poem…just beautiful !
Chriskarol // May 18, 2008 at 2:10 am
empty bench
sitting on the green green grass
are me and my loved ones, my loved ones and me
and the grass and the trees and the skies and the breeze
they are all empty without us sitting on thee
empty bench
– poetry exercise hehe!
ab // Jun 3, 2008 at 12:46 am
there’s a pathos in reflection for even the imbeciles, dullards and the slow witted and all those who don’t have the Aristotelian sense of ‘Catharsis’ or the Platonic sense of an ideal or the Epicurean sense of dashing ‘hedonism’...
Am I succumbing to its thought as sadness and feeling wooden, hard, and eyed as empty spectator?
DIY–Training DOG : The D Spot // Aug 31, 2008 at 5:56 am
[...] with her tongue, quietly savoring every second. When she saw us watching her (her rare moment of peace and quiet), she shyly stood and walked past [...]
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