Chair

for Juliana

 

It is the ninth symphony that lies in my pocket today, just next to the plastic heart that you gave me. I’m seeing more than just Beethoven’s balding mane. Today there is a robin in the woods, in the country, in my mind, just beyond your face. You frame the deepest creases of my perception, as I sit here upon cotton on foam on plastic: a simple chair, when I think of you.

 

This chair and I are allied, my dear. I can’t help but drag on, tilting slightly from the weight of my drifting, sliding off of this unsteady seat. Everyone slides from the center of my dull chair, like to the means of my own center, which seems to fall away so swiftly. Everyone tilts so superiorly off of my chair. Quite simply, I tilt off of much more than my dim little, broken chair that is battered and inferior in the likelihood of my own fettered core.

 

My beloved, I’ve fallen again. This chair cannot hold the weight of the love that I hold for you. I don’t care if I am hesitant of my perpetual resentment toward adoration for you. Moreover, it is there in more ways than one. And that beautiful robin is singing to me again, flying toward the tree that blows so beautifully in the rain, pulling at some lavender ribbon that has crossed me so very many times. My mouth is like cotton and there is no one to bring me the water that I weep for before your eyes.

 

I was tilting off of my dear, broken chair today, when I thought of you.

Reviews

[Blue Sky]

The expressions of your emotions is
drawn to the tilting of the chair,
this is delightfully filled with awesome imagery
the flow was magnificient
with a few vibrant phrases
[which allows stopping to utter them] *smiles*
the emphasis brings it out with a wonderful effect!
you did a super job with this awesome chair poem!
loved it, I could die with it...excellent piece!!

[M@]

A well written piece. This reminds me of a freeverse poem that's written like a story more so than a story itself; it's very poetic and full of imagry.

The chair seems to represent a lot of things here, more notably balance in one's life. A center, a focal point, a sort of oneness that we don't collect ourselves in, but find ourselves in. A chair's also an object that we use to feel weightless, meaning we can throw our weight on a chair and trust that it'll support our weight (as opposed to standing or walking where we feel our own weight through our bodies). However, that trust, that which carries the weight of others, is simple in design and often broken.

Very nice word choice, everything seems to flow right after the other, making it an easy and highly enjoyable read.

[speakingcolors]

i think that this is one of those pieces of yours that i like when i first read it, and as i continue to read it, i grow more and more found of it. i love what one can write about chairs. and the robin, that was sweet. nice work, that'll go to my library.

[J.P.O.et]

Wow, this is great
This chair symbolizing so much emotion and longing
'It is the ninth symphony that lies in my pocket today, just next to the plastic heart that you gave me.'
Great opening line that got me interested
I love your style and the chair as a metaphor for the broken, 'tilted core' of the soul
I see the robin as symbol of hope, 'in the woods, in the country, in my mind, just beyond your face'
and maybe the possibility of 'singing to me again, flying toward the tree' in the future.
Yes, I really like this i'll add to library, thanx

J.P.O.et

[lilain]

Such an interesting story. I enjoy the description of the chair and how it plays into the weighty love you have for the other. Almost mentions love in a dangerous way - that if you fall from the precarious chair you'll get hurt.

Thanks for sharing.

[Nina Marie]

Oh my darling, once again, a beautiful write.
How is it that each and every piece of writing you produce is so very stunning?
You've got such a unique, identifiable style, I could spot something you wrote within the first few sentences.
Lovely, as always, and it certainly makes one think.
Simply beautiful.

Love,
Nina Marie.

[Broken.]

Yay!!
I thank thee with great admiration!!

SO yes I knew you could. :]]]

[Dani California]

"You frame the deepest creases of my perception, as I sit here upon cotton on foam on plastic...."

This is brilliant. The entire piece is quite remarkable, and frankly I am still sitting here pondering it, my mind screaming...."wow!! this is unbelievably brilliant!".

You performed word magic here,

and I am in awe of it.....

Again, wow.

[October]

This is really beautitful.
You have a very unique style.
I admire that.

Thanks for sharing.

[Emily B]

I am reminded of Patterns by Amy Lowell. I can't say why, exactly. Thanks so much for sharing your words.