Pages

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

poems



empty chairs

sitting alone at my table I find I am not surrounded by enough empty chairs, not as many empty chairs as I would like, empty chairs to give weight to my loneliness, empty chairs that mean something. To have a good mastery of this loneliness I must have an adequate number of empty chairs, empty chairs representing each and every regretable little moment every indiscretion every 'thing' I should not have done or every 'word' I should not have said and these few chairs I have around me now are not enough to last today, I need more empty chairs.



cg 3[2002-2008]

10 comments:

akakarma said...

melancholy day? The weather is getting better day by day.

Dana said...

WOW! Next time you crawl into my brain, give me a heads up. This has become my new favorite ...

buffalodickdy said...

The longer you live, the more empty chairs you gather...

Anndi said...

The chairs you chose to post... those regretted moments and words must have been colourful indeed.

Julie said...

Looks like you need some cheering up!

Anette said...

Yes, I really get this!
Actually I felt it in my chest when I read it! Very good!

Tanya Kristine said...

who wants to play musical chairs?

cool pix too.

(sorry. i can't do deep today. i'm barely afloat too)

TavoLini said...

such a cheerful picture, such a melancholy post.

You need to do something you've never done before. Today.

doggybloggy said...

this poem is 6 years old

akakarma said...

You make me laugh!

Blog Widget by LinkWithin