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| Red Chair |
scent of nature fill into him
held by that red chair, he escapes
falls in a heap outside that window
flecks of dust are a sight to behold
in the filtered sunlight
he leaves behind all that load
what you physically see here is just a manifestation
where skimmed shadows tempt fate
no end comes out of the flood of his thoughts
The poem leads beautifully to that perfect final line. I love the red chair.
ReplyDeleteThere is great sadness in that chair..so real..what a wonderfully insightful poem..can really feel it..Jae
ReplyDeleteYour words match so perfectly to the illustration, soon our thoughts are travelling out the window with his.
ReplyDeleteI love that chair too. I like that he tumbled outside the window, out of that sad room.
ReplyDeleteWhile we are saddened by the scene it does reveal a life lived, loved and fulfilled and is a lesson to us all to live our lives to the fullest.
ReplyDeletethat last line grips. the sadness and disappointment are tangible.
ReplyDeleteseen through the words in your poem, the room does seem very sad.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. I love that once he escapes the sadness of the room his thoughts come in an unending flood. Mysterious and enchanting.
ReplyDeletegreat image - it matches the words nicely.
ReplyDelete..Scent of nature fill into him... For some reasons... It clings to my ears so beautifully feeling positive after the entire read...well done.
ReplyDeletetoo many thoughts sometimes aren't any good!
ReplyDeletelove the gentle melancholy of the piece. Enjoyed it muchly. Thanks you.
ReplyDeleteThe red chair seems to be a prison of sorts...
ReplyDeleteMy Whirling Wordle Words
Brilliant, haunting piece. Tripped on the 8th line. Fell head over heels for the last line : )
ReplyDeleteGautami,
ReplyDeleteFreedom is most cherished thing. How are you feeling now?
Take care
It aeems he disappeared up his own proverbial khyber pass, as we like to say here in Oz, well done Gautami
ReplyDeletewell done....great ending...thanks for sharing this
ReplyDeletetrapped in the thoughts...been there...escaping that sad room would be well worth it...
ReplyDeleteI especially like "skimmed shadows tempt fate"...beautiful...
ReplyDeleteWe can escape physical prisons, but not ones of mind and thoughts...
ReplyDeleteloved the image of nature's scent flowing in through the window. i can feel the melancholy of the man... good job!
ReplyDeleteGautami, This is such an effective metaphoric poem. My eye caught the word flood before I read and expected it to be a literal flood, but loved the twist.
ReplyDeleteohh the art of flying beautifully spoken... and trees what more could one ask for...
ReplyDeleteskimmed shadows - a perfect phrase.
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