Chair-Family by Zhen Huan HuChair Family
Long ago home, Victorian ease
wrapped in agreeable white.
We sat on our sunny porch,
smartly illuminated
on chairs in a row,
a stiff-backed family.
Only our shadows mingled
on a summer's day,
while we pined for darkness,
begging that hot sun to go
and leave us in cool rivulets
of freedom-induced air.
Counting the hours and hours until
the moon with its stars
came to mingle in
infatuation.
Until we disappeared,
one by one,
on bare feet rushing
to sanctity above
for sleep,
while leaving the chairs
empty.
Copyright 2007 JO Janoski
I just love this one Jo. The poem and the pic. I have a love of old chairs and once collected them in hopes of opening a shop of unique chairs. They're like people...they gain character and though they may all start out the same, they all become unique with time.
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for sleep,
That is my favorite part. I can just picture it happening.
I am stoppping by from the carnival.
I like the way the poem flows - the stiff backed family must be 'off their rocker' to leave a porch like that!
ReplyDeleteHey, I love your photo's too, especially the snow at sunset ones and the road one.