The Chair

A square page in a round world.

 

 

 

From wood, an inspiration for seating

 

 

With shades of brown, creates its own lighting.

 

 

Four pillars , all even, makes a position in relation

 

 

To the table, the shelf and the curtain.

 

 

The back's a little arched to create a rest

 

 

A nesting, it provides, when the day's a fest

 

 

Whether its a porch, a conference or a throne room

 

 

Sees all things in an unmoving tune.

 

 

The world, revolving, calls it a liar

 

 

A fashion, a design of the ethos maker.

 

 

Would I, that offense take, quit thinking?

 

 

Join the fields, with those always standing?

 

 

I'm a human I say, we contemplate

 

 

We form with words,  the forms of the bread.        

 

 

This chair, we formed to view your creation.

 

 

And when my life become thoughts contained

 

 

I'll rescue from constrain, my brother Cain.

 

Reviews

[Ria Benthil]

Nature is a personification filled with subtle and vague connotations. Wood is purposed to be still matter; an omnipotent watcher. It is an inactive element so it is unable to disrupt or influence. In a sense, the previous descriptions could allude to the idea of God. The chair seems to personify man, however. Perhaps, as human beings, we are able to conjure thoughts, but like the chair, they are unable to be expressed. The last line throws off the reader to digest the words; to translate their own interpretation. The last addition creates a religious reference that could be an interpretative parable on its own. Cain is the notorious first murderer in biblical history. One could arrive at the conjecture that Cain represents the narrator's restraining thoughts that may be deemed as immoral; taboo.

Overall, it is a thought provoking, well written piece, indeed.

[FJ Davis]

Extremely clever, Sri, and very well done.
Conveniently and appropriately, you can always tell critics of this piece--though I can't imagine there really being any--to "sit on it!"
Sorry. I can't help myself.

[Muse]

Sees all things in an unmoving tune.

The chair is now a living being in this poem, clever!

I'll rescue from constrain, my brother Cain.

Is this your alter-ego? Very thought-provoking.