Too many years of cruel neglect
Left out in the harshest weather
Now treated like an abandoned object
Left exposed for the rain to collect
Soaked through goose down feather
Too many years of cruel neglect
Taken for granted, I suspect
Forgotten memories of sitting together
Now treated like an abandoned object
Skin, once smooth, supple, and perfect
But left to the elements to wither
Too many years of cruel neglect
Once a place to sit and reflect
To smell the sweet scent of heather
Now treated like an abandoned object
Time cannot heal nor resurrect
This cracked and faded leather
Too many years of cruel neglect
Now treated like an abandoned object
Author notes
I saw this picture of an armchair, sitting in a garden, surrounded by green grass and trees. These were my following thoughts...
Abandoned, faded leather, forgotten memories of sitting in the sun, smelling the flowers. Neglected.. lonely... poor little comfy chair... Sounds like my life.... This chair is just like me, neglected, forgotten, withered away by the elements...
This poem is not only about this abondoned chair, but also reflects how I see my inner self. Neglected, forgotten, and lonely. I never considered myself as a metaphorical writer, but I think this chair is a metaphor for me.. if that makes any sence at all, lol.
Photo by Bigmammajen
Won Silver in Talion's contest, Inside
Written July 8th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Inside by Talion.
350 points, ended July 10, 2004, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Excellent Imagery!
I remeber this picture from a contest, and it seems I've read this piece before by you, hmmmm.... You really throw that imagery around here like no-one's around, lol...look out, here comes another piece, heehee!
You know I love your works by now, atleast I hope you do....
Thanks again for sharing you, pen on! 
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-Timothy The Poetic Weaver~
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this is a beautiful peice! i love the way your stentences flow like rain watter. i love the reppettion and the flow. i'm sorry that you feel neglected and alone,forgotten and left to the elelments to wither away- to fade into a has been and a used to be... i know how it feels i understand the sadness which comes with realizing that the people you once orented your world around despise you or in the least dis-approve of your atcions. but even this armchare coan srtart growing mold and mosss and from the death of those dirt will arrise and give life to plants thus the arm chair has a potential to give way to new life, mayhap the back of the chair will shelter budding plants from harsh winds and be dubbley useful.. the same can go for you .... you can change and make yourself new while staying you let nature use you as she entends and you'll see how much you grow (pun intended)
your poison -
for someone who doesnt write metaphorical poems, this is awesome. this is just awesome. great job.
psycho -
If you say this metaphor of an arm-chair is you,the wonderful news is that it could be polished again to look new.There are some wonderful brands of polish now in the market!And one is called:'Your Inner Strength'.Find it and you're good as new.Good luck.Lest I forget,I love the rhyme in every stanza of the poem.Aside the sad theme treated you did a nice job here.
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great write it was awesome how u got so much out of that picture. keep it up and thanx for sharing. EaRiNe!!!!
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this is really good...nice choice of words it brings the poems true feelings out very nicely...keep up the good work
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I have read this one before, but it is still great to read it again. You are really good at writing the form poems. Keep smiling.
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nice job, i like the interesting style, and you did a good job using the metaphor....nifty work dearie ^.^
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Awesome write, i sometimes feel the same as you, withered, neglected used and then forgotten. im sure many people have felt like this before. Awesome write. and the picture is awesome aswell.
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Oh, wow, I love this picture. Love it, love it, love it.
The poem: it was a great metaphor. I read your interpretation, but before I read your author's comments, I was seeing it as a metaphor for an elderly person, forgotten and neglected by their children who have lives too busy to make time for those who really ought to be priority in their life.
Anyway, I wish you the best of luck in the contest. I enjoyed this.
Elizabeth -
A really unique write...... It made me think of the chair to be a person.. like a metaphor or something.
"Once a place to sit and reflect
To smell the sweet scent of heather
Now treated like an abandoned object
Time cannot heal nor resurrect
This cracked and faded leather
Too many years of cruel neglect
Now treated like an abandoned object"
Great write, Kate X -
9/10
I like it, well done for finding a relevant picture to
Great write keep this up you talented soul
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ROFL...sorry, this picture and your accompanying poem just made me laugh so hard! That chair is NOTHING compared to the ones in my neighbourhood - I live in a student neighbourhood, and practically all of us have old chairs like that one and worse on our verandas, lawns and balconies. Most get covered in the rain, but some are rather gross. But to hear someone actually talk about one as a loved thing...well...
Great write though!
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wow...i loved the reactions that came to mind when you saw the picture of the armchair. those were almost my excat reactions too. congradulations on second place..it was well deserved and earned. i loved the metaphors in this piece...they were so vibrant and beautiful. my favorite part was the reference to skin. i have felt this way before...neglected and forgotten and left out for the elements to do their bidding. great job.
Jay -
Oh this is deep indeed, could be either a person or a family pet too. I can see many reading this who would truly relate to the thought and reflections that you’ve created here. Life is sad and it’s only often the sadness unfortunately that allows hearts to paint such timeless beautiful reflections all be they indeed deep one’s.
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You are none of those things you describe, but I'm so sorry that you feel like you are. This is a beautiful villanelle, and congratulations on silver.
~whisper
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CONGRATS, babe!!!!!!........I TOLD YA'!!!!!!!
~~~~~~~Stephanie~~~~~~~ .......you EARNED this trophy!!!!!!! I'm MIGHTY PROUD of ya'....mighty proud....
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Yep this is good ...thanks for the commentary as well...i think its nice that you wrote on this subject and you did an awesome job...nice villanelle..
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Not only a description of the picture but almost seems like a metaphor for the aged and abandoned people.
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Delph, babe........did I ever tell you how awesome your writing is??!!!!!!!!.......well, if not, you should know it now....i entered this contest, too....BUT....if I had a trophy to give right now, it would be to YOU, babe!!!!!!!!......this is metaphorically brilliant!!!.......you just kicked my stuff down the road.......I don't care though....I LOVE your writings..........good luck, sweetie........I think you just won........ big hugs to ya' ~~~~~~~~~~Stephanie~~~~~~~
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Wonderful poetry and imagery as I expect form your pen. I would be honoured on your thoughts of my recent poem posted.
A smile, a wave to you. Keep writing like you do and the world will splash in your waves
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ooh, brilliant stuff. very cleverly done - the rhyme and repetition worked very well to emphasise your message. i quite like how you used an object as inspiration for your piece - and yes i do think it makes sense, how the chair is a metaphor for you, or rather how you see yourself very nicely done.
thankyou very much for entering, and good luck
Rock On!
~Tal~
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