Frank Shaner painted this painting and wanted to know what his painted said to me. I thought about it for several days and wrote this poem. I would be curious to hear your opinion.
A lamp in the park, a seat in the dark Alone together wrapped in night, A light pole and bench fight off the fright. The pole’s narrow base compared to the bench, how opposite they are and yet entrenched. With darkness aglow and pole shines bright, Hoping all last till morrow or fortnight. The seat and pole how sad they appear, How glad I’m told they are revered. Pain and sadness in paint adorned, colors portray their hearts forewarned. The painter is touched by stillness of sight, holding back tears with only his might. A need to be needed, regardless I’m told Anchored in stone and yearn to be bold. One foot and four, together they stand Together are bound erect and unplanned. The Artist captured a moment in heart, a single thought an expression of art. i’m touched by sadness and flowing tears beyond the light, darkness leers. What happens to pole and bench is unclear, I’m lost for words unlike Shakespeare. I venture to say they both will last, bring light and comfort, till darkness pass.