Monday, November 14, 2011

Mag 91,11/14/11 In a Fog

 You have found yourself here,
alone suddenly.
There were people here a moment ago.
perhaps you recall why you were gathered,
but paramount is- Where did they go ?
am I safe
will they be back,
do I wait here ?

   Do I hear, or sense in any way, company ?
First off I want to remove my shoes. I cannot run in those.
am I too exposed ?
I will take my shoes and one chair
go see if there is shelter anywhere nearby .
A tree, a house, a car-
I may need the chair to climb, sit, or defend myself.
If darkness comes, I may want a fire.
If the sun comes out, I may find a road.
If my memory returns, I may know what it was I was supposed to do-





18 comments:

Anonymous said...

Great ending to that, was not expecting it.

Maude Lynn said...

Cool ending!

R. Burnett Baker said...

So well done! You've built tension, anxiety, and reason into an ethereal poem.

Rick

Brian Miller said...

intersting...my first thought looking at this was some form of dementia...people disappearing leaving empty chairs...and you are bringing that out...

Anonymous said...

The ending really makes this one. It leaves a strong impression. Excellent.

Susan Anderson said...

This picture is such a fascinating one. I like your rather unique take on it.

=)

Anonymous said...

love this,
very creative wantings based on chairs in the dusk.


amazing and beautiful.

Claudia said...

smiles..yes the shoes..the last three lines drive this home..powerfully

hedgewitch said...

Very original and creative take here--those questions filling the confused mind all tumble out so naturally, yet in the end they add up to an artful construction with a resonant close.

Doctor FTSE said...

Indeed an insightful interpretation of the prompt with an ending that says lot about the character in the picture.

Carrie Van Horn said...

A great piece of writing Izzy! Love it!
:-)

Jinksy said...

Yay! Lack of memory is a scary prospect...

Chronicles of Illusions said...

loved it - the ending really surprised me

Tumblewords: said...

Scary void to fall into. I like it!

Lydia said...

Terrific, Izzy. Your heroine (perhaps you, also) has wonderful survival instincts. Carrying one chair with her, and planning on its various potential uses, was a great touch!

Heather Haymart said...

I thought I would pay your blog a visit and I am so glad I did. Thank you for new inspiration! Your writing is beautiful.

Margaret said...

You have found yourself here,
alone suddenly

It that how it starts? Far too many of my dear friends are struggling with their parents dementia...

Stafford Ray said...

This is my fist visit, intending to read only one post but found myself reading on. Comment on this piece?
She could well be what you imagine! After all the scene was dreamed up by someone!