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[Bing AI created this image for me]

This Chair

This chair stood among the clouds,

Surreal and empty, tired from wandering;

You would think it didn't belong,

But it certainly did;

For what are spaces for,

If not to delete a void.

Every footstep in life to pilgrimage

The emptiness, the aloofness;

A chair without a table, resting now,

A chair without a sitter;

One wonders how not why,

How did it get here among clouds

Cumulus in thought,

Puffy with intent,

Alone  and surreal.

Every footstep in life to pilgrimage

Perhaps the sitter fell off,

Like Jack fleeing a giant,

Grasping a beanstalk,

Or maybe there was no sitter;

Only a chair among clouds,

Just the way the dreamer crafted.

Every footstep in life to pilgrimage

This Chair © gillena cox 2024

 

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

dVerse Poetics — Pilgrimage, Wandering, and Walkabout

The challenge i rsponded to: 

4. Find or create an image and write an ekphrastic

 poem about pilgrimage, wandering, or walkabout to it. 

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