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Rocking Chair

Contributed by sindi-selde on Saturday, 15th November 2003 @ 11:06:16 PM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic










The rocking of the chair makes a rythm.

Creak.
Creak.
Thump.

The amount of creaking changes when I move, but the thump stays the same.

I dont really hear the thump, its more that I feel it.

Its a comforting thump, for I know that nomatter how many creaks, there will always be a thump.

I think thats symbolic.

Of what, I do not know. Good or bad?

I have no idea.

Have you ever noticed that answers always raise more questions?

Even if the question is merely 'why?', it always comes.

Rocking chairs are comforting things.

This one most of all. Its always been here.

Sometimes its full of laundry, sometimes full of cats.

Always there though.
Always welcoming.

Sometimes I wont notice it for months, then one day I will be sad, lonely, or maybe just extra peaceful and it will becon.

Heels on that peice of wood between the rockers, toes sticking out, rear far back on the wicker seat, middle of spine cushioned by one back-piece, shoulders by the next, head resting on the top, I fit as though the maker had intended it for me.

Only for me.

You should try it.

Maybe it will have magic for you as well.


Creak.

Creak.

Thump.




Copyright © sindi-selde ... [ 2003-11-15 23:06:16]
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Re: Rocking Chair (User Rating: 1 )
by EmSal on Saturday, 15th November 2003 @ 11:22:50 PM AEST
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Very interesting...

Emma.


Re: Rocking Chair (User Rating: 1 )
by gohar on Saturday, 29th November 2003 @ 01:04:01 PM AEST
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Nice write.
Greetings.

Ashraf Gohar Goreja




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