This Chair

This Chair

A Poem by Monica Rae (Schaeffer) Stover

This chair is wooden

in the cold

it is cold

 

This chair supports

when kept in good repair

 

This chair

is not unique,

though I am the only one I know

who has one exactly like it

 

This chair is mine

for as long as the universe

allows it to be

 

(so maybe this chair

really belongs to the universe)

 

This chair is flawed

and its flaws

have continued to craft it

 

I have sat in this chair

and lied in this chair

and lived, and fed,

and once, on a steamy afternoon

in July, I have loved

on this chair.

 

And the chair remains.

 

© Copyright 2008, Monica Rae Stover

© 2008 Monica Rae (Schaeffer) Stover


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Monica Rae (Schaeffer) Stover
Monica Rae (Schaeffer) Stover

Lancaster, PA



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I am a 31 year old author, poet and vocational rehabilitation counselor from Pennsylvania. I have been writing poetry for about 18 years, and am looking for an agent to promote my first novel, MY WILL.. more..

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