A second hand rocking chair
alone in the corner
keeper of secrets
collector of memories
a safe place to retreat
from the madness within
Its curved arms warped by time
welcome those who hunger for comfort
Its curved rockers sway without sound
boundless in soothing repose
and when the urge to follow despair beckons
and courage in the face of those winds of change wanes
the slightly cracked seat waits
inviting the weary to rest
for there is no better place to slow the sands of time
and contemplate the hidden meaning of patience
photo: mine
prompts: The Sunday Whirl, Sunday Writing Prompt 242, #WyldeVerse, #BecomingFragile
This poem and photo gave me warmth and comfort. Nice one!
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Thank you!
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Lovely and homey… A rocking chair much like that was the first thing his nibs gave me when we got married. It’s all the things you said it was… 🙂
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I love that! Thank you
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Impressive. I enjoyed it very much, and want a chair like that one!
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Thank you. We picked it up at a secondhand store and it has become one of my favorite pieces in the house. I love to think about the stories that go with all the people who owned the chair before we did.
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One pretty safe bet about all of them — they rocked!
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😂
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Nicely done!
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Thank you! This was a fun one.
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