my friend, the wooden chair

my friend, the wooden chair

A Poem by speakingcolors

i looked at the empty chair next to me

and wondered what it would look like

if it were not so empty.

but then i realized

that i didn't want it to be occupied,

its emptiness and mine,

for if it were

i would have no friend to share my lonliness.

© 2008 speakingcolors


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Nicely done... I like to take an inanimate object and personify it. You do it quite well here. It's right up my ally and I think you hit a homerun with the concept.

It's a simple poem but its depth is what captivates the reader. Nice job! Finally, a winning poem worthy of the spot.

Congrats!

Posted 15 Years Ago


This poem, reminds me of one those emo pics with a little ,,phantom,, guy who talks to a snail.

Anywayz, I think you expressed in this poem how people desperately need to love something, in the absence of someone.
Good write.

A.M.


Posted 15 Years Ago


We are so good sometimes at pushing people away, but then in the end we look around and that's when we find we are lonely. I like how you used the metaphor of the empty chair as an empty life.

Posted 15 Years Ago


What an interesting ending.

I felt some connection to the words, which made it all the more beautiful.
And.. without sounding so proper, I loved it.

//Vanessa Alyse

Posted 15 Years Ago


A stark realization of the depths of loneliness and the old clich� - "misery likes company"....

Short and to the point, however, I think you might have inadvertently omitted a word in this line:

"that i didn't want to be occupied," - I assume this due to the line following, that you meant to insert - that (it) didn't want to be occupied?

~nicely done~



Posted 15 Years Ago


How sad and very poetic. What an image. Kudos.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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speakingcolors
speakingcolors

somewhere outside looking in, PA



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poet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..

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