Sunday, November 25, 2012

threadbare

Red Chair
far away trees sway on the mountain top 
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

24 comments:

brenda w said...

The poem leads beautifully to that perfect final line. I love the red chair.

jaerose said...

There is great sadness in that chair..so real..what a wonderfully insightful poem..can really feel it..Jae

Josie Two Shoes said...

Your words match so perfectly to the illustration, soon our thoughts are travelling out the window with his.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love that chair too. I like that he tumbled outside the window, out of that sad room.

oldegg said...

While 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.

Anonymous said...

that last line grips. the sadness and disappointment are tangible.

Lady In Read said...

seen through the words in your poem, the room does seem very sad.

WabiSabi said...

Lovely poem. I love that once he escapes the sadness of the room his thoughts come in an unending flood. Mysterious and enchanting.

Mama Pajama said...

great image - it matches the words nicely.

Kelvin S.M. said...

..Scent of nature fill into him... For some reasons... It clings to my ears so beautifully feeling positive after the entire read...well done.

Robyn Greenhouse said...

too many thoughts sometimes aren't any good!

thecheesewolf said...

love the gentle melancholy of the piece. Enjoyed it muchly. Thanks you.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

The red chair seems to be a prison of sorts...

My Whirling Wordle Words

zanzinece said...

Brilliant, haunting piece. Tripped on the 8th line. Fell head over heels for the last line : )

Jack said...

Gautami,

Freedom is most cherished thing. How are you feeling now?

Take care

Kutamun said...

It aeems he disappeared up his own proverbial khyber pass, as we like to say here in Oz, well done Gautami

Wayne Pitchko said...

well done....great ending...thanks for sharing this

Brian Miller said...

trapped in the thoughts...been there...escaping that sad room would be well worth it...

Tess Kincaid said...

I especially like "skimmed shadows tempt fate"...beautiful...

Leo said...

We can escape physical prisons, but not ones of mind and thoughts...

Abigail Bunting said...

loved the image of nature's scent flowing in through the window. i can feel the melancholy of the man... good job!

Victoria said...

Gautami, 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.

miss pie said...

ohh the art of flying beautifully spoken... and trees what more could one ask for...

Tumblewords: said...

skimmed shadows - a perfect phrase.