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
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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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