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
And each exchange a stare
It isn’t fair–the empty chair
I wish, I wish
For only this:
That you were sitting there
How cute, clever, yet, very sad…
Thank you! I’m glad I managed a variety of feelings. It was a moment of sad resignation. I start running out of ways to say “I miss you” 🙂
I know how you feel; sometimes, I almost get panicky, thinking I’ll never come up with something new to write! A scary thought! 🙂
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 🙂
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?” 🙂
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 🙂
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! 🙂
Will do 🙂
That simple chair
With its taunting glare
Oh how I bet
She misses sitting there
Your poem and your heart are beautiful.
Thank you for sharing some rhymes with me. I was just reading some of your older comments today and thinking it’s been a while since you have posted a poem. I miss them 🙂
This poem really took hold of my heart. I guess its something I was thinking today.
Very sweet and sad, You have such a tender heart, I am glad you share it with us.
Thank you. Hearts are fragile things 🙂
I love it.. Simple and heartfelt. Thank you for sharing 🙂
Thank you for reading! 🙂
You made me cry.
I am humbled that you felt it as I felt it when I wrote it. Thank you
This just so good it flows, it rhymes and it grabs the heart strings. I love it thanks for sharing. It really catches the essence to missing someone. xxxx
Thank you, Willow. It’s good to know I grabbed those heartstrings 🙂 that is a triumph indeed! I’m glad you enjoyed it
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 🙂
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 🙂
really, really enjoyed this one. so relatable. found my way here through other blogs and comments – nice work 🙂
Thank you so much for visiting my realm! I’m glad you stopped by and took time to read and share 🙂
im glad i stopped by too – will be returning regularly!! i really like your style and can relate so much to it 🙂
That is wonderful to hear! My doors are open and I am more than glad to have you! But it is at your own risk, I must warn. I am not entirely reasonable and sane 🙂
Nicely put. Retains the sense of empty silent space … and minutes, hours, passing without change.
Thank you Ben. Time passes slowly when spaces are empty
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.
From deep within, indeed. Very deep. Thank you!
This one has a rather sad edge
to it but it is a very good offering
One day the chair
will be filled once more
and the heartache…
Let us hope you are correct 🙂