in this chair,
She used to sit.
Here in this meadow,
Where all was lost.
But now She is gone.
Moved on to a life
without comforts like me.
Author notes
Credit goes to: http://xessencex.deviantart.com/art/Paint-me-a-golden-chair-58406035
A contest entry
- Tell me the story of this object ~ Chair by AutumnGypsy.
650 points, ended October 15, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
whispering in your ear
Comments
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What a lovely, sad work. The prompt and the poem complement each other. The poem will stand on its own, smooth flow and rhythm. Great ending "Moved on to a life without comforts like me".
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this is sad, so very sad, you capture a lot in such a short form. Best to you in the contest
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nice poem short simple but good i hope you win the contest thanks for sharing
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