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THE RED CHAIR
You only had to listen.
Oh, the tales it told
Of happy times
Of people grown old.
The windows removed
And broken
They found her in the chair
They put her in a "home"
Cause all she did was stare.
The world inside her head
Still lived
Though no expression clear
Wetness on red velvet
No one saw the tears.
28 comments:
beautiful, really it is. i sat and stared for a full minute before i scrolled down and nothing came to me...
Wetness on velvet...no ones saw the tears. Drove that home perfectly.
oh man...emotional...so sad to see them put in homes....esp when they may still be so active in their mind...her tears sting me...
oh man...emotional...so sad to see them put in homes....esp when they may still be so active in their mind...her tears sting me...
Beautiful and emotional.
Wow. Very nice! This really tells the story!
Yet another deeply moving poem from your heart, Gail. I could see the lady sitting there, content to travel in her memories of happier times. How unfortunate that they had to take her from the place she knew and loved. We can so easily misinterpret the silence. She sounded quite at peace to me.
Sad...
This moved me especially because my daughter-in-law's mother is in this state. Thankfully living at home with an around the clock nurse looking after her. I visit most evenings around 6pm to pray with her. I look into her eyes as she stares at me and wonder what she's thinking.
An example of good writing - and quite moving.
You have brought so much imagery and emotion into your poem. It's lovely - it probably hits me even harder as I deal with my dad.
Lovely piece, Gail. ♥
We used to have a P Green Chair... ;o)
A sad tale, indeed. Oh, if rooms could talk.
The aged that suffer in silence...... your poem is so beautifully worded. I love the symbolism of the chair. Thank you for sharing this, Gail.
So much goes on beneath the silence we see.
I always wonder what's behind the stare.
Lovely, compassionate write
Beautiful and touching Gail...
Sad story and well written . Have a good day !
A bitter truth. But sweet her memories may have been.
Blessings
Oh and yes those tears could be felt! What a truthful tale of life and memories closing in.
This is quite touching Gail, amazing what you get from an empty chair. Kudos.
This brings tears to my eyes... so touching.
..yes..touching in every stokes... you've delivered a tough, sad piece in here... Great write.
Gail, your poem is touching and sad and beautifully composed.
A very powerful poem. It made me cry. I have not shed many tears since Mum died aged 98 in July this year, and this did the trick! The last verse is particularly poignant. Mum didn't have to go into "a home" which she dreaded.
Really moved by this life unfolding..sad and beautiful...
sad...beautifullll..nicely done
Houses absorb energies...take on personalities of their own...nice write...
Really evocative, Gail, and just perfect for this prompt.
Well done!
=)
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