The Empty Chair

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It mocks me there–the empty chair
So calm, it sits
And acts as if
It hasn’t any care

It taunts me there–the empty chair
A quiet form
That once was warm
When you were sitting there

This wretched pair–the empty chair
And I, we sit
Like counterfeits
And each exchange a stare

It isn’t fair–the empty chair
I wish, I wish
For only this:
That you were sitting there

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38 responses to “The Empty Chair

      • I really have been running out lately. I think perhaps it is the time in life. I am fighting hard to feel inspired by anything, and I am probably at the greatest valley or personal motivation I have ever experienced due to circumstances and such. I have thought so many days of abandoning this blog, and sometimes I strongly dislike what I post, but I share it anyway for the sake of others that I care about. I feel like I’m losing my ability to write, like it is slowly melting and trickling out of my soul. But I’m still trying for now πŸ™‚

      • Thanks for sharing, VW, but please don’t feel that way. I know…easier said than done, but your writing is loved so dearly by many and I, for one, look forward to each new post..Truthfully, .I get nervous each time I click on the “publish” button, thinking “will this one flop or not?” πŸ™‚

      • Oh, your work couldn’t flop. It’s you. As long as you write from inside, it will captivate readers because we see the heart in it. I know very little about the mechanics of poetry, so usually I just read the person in it, rather than critiquing the style or flow. The more I see the person and how they feel in a strong light, the better I think the poetry is. You do wonderful work, and i am quite happy I found your blog. Sometimes I worry I don’t have enough feeling left to create real poetry and it becomes mechanics, which I am horrible at. I don’t know how to explain that. Maybe just a general exhaustion from life that leaves me feeling like there is nothing left to give. But I will keep trying πŸ™‚

      • Thank you for your encouraging words and I think we share similar feelings, as I’m not familiar with the mechanics, either. As you mentioned, it’s really all about writing from inside… I’ve really enjoyed “talking” with you and definitely, keep trying and we’ll be waiting! πŸ™‚

  1. Beautiful, Vampire Weather, just beautiful. I read your dialogue with Lauren and just wanted you to know that whatever pours from your soul, is right – for the time and for you, and for others who read it in that moment. As I read your words I could see the vision of a caterpillar being wound up in its cocoon. Once encased within it goes through being a sticky mess, releasing the old and making way for the new. This time, though hard, is one of great reflection and changes. And then, at the perfect, divine moment, it breaks free and becomes the most beautiful butterfly.

    But the soul of the butterfly is always there; in caterpillar, chrysalis and flight. Your beautiful soul pours out of your words, no matter whereabouts you feel you are. I love reading your words, for they touch me and it would be my wish that you see that beauty too. x

    • Thank you so much. Your thoughts are very inspirational. I think there might be a few lines in my archive where I shared your feelings. I think there may be one called “chrysalis” and one called “coming forth” but I’m on my phone and I cannot recall. Thank you so much for the encouragement. It is very special to me and I am so grateful to everyone who takes the time to read and care about what I post here. I never thought anyone would see all of these scribblings πŸ™‚

  2. VW…you unexpectedly provided my first smile and laugh for the day….”wretched pair”…that whole stanza or what ever the four lines are called was brilliant. I could picture you sitting there half drunk or simply eating a bowl of cereal quiety starring at that wretched chair.

    • I’m happy to hear that, my friend! Yes, this was a bit depressing and a lot of my work is dark and heavy so I tried to lighten a few lines up. I’ve never been drunk, so it must have been cereal πŸ™‚

  3. really, really enjoyed this one. so relatable. found my way here through other blogs and comments – nice work πŸ™‚

  4. loved the rhythm, loved the pace and loved the voice. the longing is deep from within and although it may come from love, so many other feelings come to visit. almost as though they sense that love shouldn’t be left alone, so that it doesn’t get lonely too.

  5. This one has a rather sad edge
    to it but it is a very good offering
    Vampire Weather…

    One day the chair
    will be filled once more
    and the heartache…

    Lifted πŸ™‚

    Androgoth

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