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Look
Contributed by
SunflowersAndTea
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Tuesday, 21st February 2006 @ 09:09:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
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At it. Look at it.
That empty, wooden chair, that wants to be a
Recliner,
A sofa,
A mattress,
But it’s not.
It’s almost new, though.
No nicks in the wood, no indentations.
It just sits there, starting at me.
Teasing me with it’s space,
Clashing brilliantly with my bright polka dot comforter,
It makes no apologies.
Just that empty, empty, chair.
It’s dark stained wood matching nothing save the TV table.
Nothing.
Nothing Else.
There it sits, spiny arm rests, ugly upholstered seat.
It’s thin, carved legs resting on my maroon carpet,
Catching the light from above, glinting,
Mocking me with whispers,
The woman it waits for.
Who knew furniture could be so cruel?
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Re: Look
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by DieRomantic on
Tuesday, 21st February 2006 @ 09:23:08 PM AEST
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| I like how descriptive this poem is. It gives you a very neat perspective on something as simple as a chair. Very nice. |
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Re: Look
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by eggflipper on
Tuesday, 21st February 2006 @ 09:56:22 PM AEST
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| wonderful. I love the fact you could see so much within a given moment. Its empty and yet takes so much space. |
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