My Chair

by sonoma777
  • December 16, 2010
  • Poetry
  • Lyrical

That chair
By the side of the road
That is my home
Not this place

I want that comfort
Under the open sky
Not hidden away
Like this place

Once someone sat
On my chair, waiting
As if I could escape
From this place

There is a chair here
But it is not mine
I sit but cannot breathe
Not in this place

I do not wish
My chair were here
It would change
Ruined by this place

Ruined like I am
In this place

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Mikko
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Mikko wrote a review · Fri Dec 17, 2010 5:51 pm

I really like this because I like the way it relates to me (and I guess to other people too) and the fact that we all have our comfort zones. The repetition of "this place" shows the reader that you do not like the place you are in, since it is not where you are comfortable.
I like your style of poetry, I've never quite seen anything like it before. Keep it up :) !

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Butterfinger
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Butterfinger wrote a review · Fri Dec 17, 2010 12:42 am

I clicked on this poem because I'd never thought about writing about a chair before. Curiosity got the better of me and this was really interesting! I wouldn't have made a connection with a chair, but then there are tons of things on that list. It kind of feels like a story or prose more than a poem, but it's yours! and it is what you make it! Keep writing!



I say, in matters of the heart, treat yo' self.
— Donna, Parks & Rec