Sitting in a room
A gross color dresses the walls
A dinning room set of maple wood
But one thing doesn't seem right
I look about the room
Trying to figure out what it is
It hits me like a brick to the head
Its that one mahogany chair
It came up from the basement
When my father broke the Maple
To replace the one we lost
It's randomly placed there to forget the other
I wonder how it feels
To be the only mahogany one there
Does it feel like the runt
of a puppy dog litter?
I come to realize that I'm like that chair
So alone, so random, so unique
I got up from where I sat and change my place of being
I sat with the mahogany chair to keep it company
I now favor that chair the most
No matter where i am
I think of how lonely that chair was
My lonesome mahogany chair
Author notes
My friend gave me the idea. I liked it!=]
A contest entry
- Anythingggggg!! by OurxBeginning.
300 points, ended May 9, 2007, 40 entries
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Comments
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Interesting..this is really different from all the entries I've read so far. I liked the imagery in this and how you used your metaphors. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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Wow... this, Kirk is genious! Only you could make a metaphor between yourself and a chair as perfect as this! I feel like a mahogony chair sometimes. Lol, actually we used to have a chair like that. It was extramely ugly and ripped to shreds (cuz it was cushioned) and everyone would always argue over who HAD to sit in the chair..... After reading this, I really feel bad for it and want it back... but it's in a better place now with all the other outcasts. Oh well! Anyways, yeah, this poem was fabulongoshoomarvelishlywonderpipical! Keep it up with poems like that!
~Kevan~
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