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:
Great ending to that, was not expecting it.
Cool ending!
So well done! You've built tension, anxiety, and reason into an ethereal poem.
Rick
intersting...my first thought looking at this was some form of dementia...people disappearing leaving empty chairs...and you are bringing that out...
The ending really makes this one. It leaves a strong impression. Excellent.
This picture is such a fascinating one. I like your rather unique take on it.
=)
love this,
very creative wantings based on chairs in the dusk.
amazing and beautiful.
smiles..yes the shoes..the last three lines drive this home..powerfully
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.
Indeed an insightful interpretation of the prompt with an ending that says lot about the character in the picture.
A great piece of writing Izzy! Love it!
:-)
Yay! Lack of memory is a scary prospect...
loved it - the ending really surprised me
Scary void to fall into. I like it!
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!
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.
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...
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!
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