The Chair

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A girl spends the night in the same chair, writing down her thoughts...

Submitted: April 28, 2018

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“The Chair”

 

She had sat

in the same

chair

through out

the whole

night

trying to

untangle

all her dreams

out of the

webs

of her reality,

even

the small

dreams

she tries to

make happen

never seemed

to drop

into place

for her,

her T.V.

still on the

same channel

since sunset

yesterday

QVC

a shopping network

from which

she’s never

bought a thing

from

she just likes

the feeling

that someone’s

there

talking to her,

she readjusts

her body

in the big

chair

her back now

laying against

one of the

overstuffed

armrests

as one of her

legs

hangs over

the other

as she scribbles

down

her thoughts

trying to free

her mind

jar it loose

from the muck

of a static

life,

she puts together

some words

transferring

her fears

and fantasies

on to paper

trying to expose

the inner turnings

of the gears

in her head

she reads them

back to herself

out loud

hoping to find

a profound

statement

hidden somewhere

among her

hastily written

lines

but nothing

seems to fall

from all the

letters

she has

gathered

together,

she looks up

at the ceiling

as she

stretches out

across the top

of the two

puffy armrests

of her chair

while listening to

the sounds from

her T.V. set

in the back

round

the gentle voice

of a middle aged

woman

whose soft tones

make her feel

like she’s not

sitting here alone

as the sun

starts to push

it’s way

in to the

room

bringing with

it’s light

a couple of

creative ideas

that turn her

unconnected

sentences

into a reflective

piece

that captures

her current

dark mood

merging with

the promises

of a new day

in her own

special way,

she feels

it’s quite

unique

and personal

she signs her

name

at the bottom

of her poem

then turns her

head

resting her

left cheek

on the armrest

she looks back

over

at the T.V.

an unspoken

word of thanks

to the lady

from QVC

for hanging out

with her

throughout the

long night

then she grabs

the remote

turning off

the T.V.

pulls her hair

out from under

her head

and lets it

cascade over

the armrest

throws her

second leg

over the

other armrest

letting her

feet dangle

below

as she closes

her eyes

thinking about

life

and why it

seems that

lately

she’s spending

so much of

it

in this chair

staring at the

ceiling,

a brush of

light

is painted

across

her body

striking the

cover

of her dog

eared

notebook

filled with all

her secrets

and hidden

truths

for which she

has never found

anyone

she trusted

deep enough

to share with,

but that’s a

poem

to be written

after another

long night

as she pulls

her notebook

to her chest

and crosses

her arms

over it

holding it

tightly

against her

body,

maybe

someday soon

she thinks

maybe soon

as she turns

on

the T.V.

once again

and goes back

to staring at

the ceiling

as the friendly

voice

of the lady

from QVC

fills up

all the

soundless

space

in the room…

 

Tom Allen…04-27-2018…


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