if i were a chair, rose blooms
would be carved, spilling across
smoothed wooden arms. i'd wish for an aged
leather seat, like a worry stone
sat upon during those
late october nights.
i'd wait for the perfect body
and rest forever. my legs
would stay strong and elegant,
determined to hold up your world.
Author notes
critque.
Credit goes to: http://xessencex.deviantart.com/art/Paint-me-a-golden-chair-58406035
peace to all ~flight
A contest entry
- Tell me the story of this object ~ Chair by Kuranya.
650 points, ended October 15, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
honesty
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you use the word carved alot in your poetry.
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this is a spin off of my earlier poem "the duty"
which also has the word carved in it!
as i go back and read my poetry, i've realized i do reuse
words often...for some reason they're in my brain!
carved must be one of them
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well then it makes sense to do it, if its a spin off.
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What a beautiful concept, you definately write with a beauty seen to all here. Best to you in the contest
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yes.
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peace to all ~flight
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