Chairs and Heart Poem – Micro Fiction

Time for a Priorhouse Two for Tuesday Post. 

I am featuring chairs today.

Monday’s post for “Delicate” (here) had an image that had a pair of chairs and so I thought I’d show you the other two takes of that shot:

Part 2:

Heart poem

I am joining in with the  A&I Poetry Challenge, which is to write a heart poem this month.

 (Realistic romantic fiction poem – The heart poem for this post was designed to be written by someone who maybe previously owned some of the chairs in this post. Also, Kiwi Nana (here) recently wrote that her sweetheart was “only eighty-one” and it reminded me about how age is so relative.)

Title: I’m Keeping the Chairs

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I’m keeping the chairs.

Letting everything else go.

Except for the boat.

I need that for life flow.

Out of all of our shared possessions, the chairs seemed to speak.

It was where you and I sat – every day, every week.

 

Sipping drinks

Finishing coffees

Eating salads in the sun

Hunkering down after a run

Writing in the shade

Reading newspapers or notes I made

 

Those chairs carry your many different looks

Didn’t even realize we had a special seated nook

’twas our place to check in

pausing as we fully lived

 

I will never get used to your being gone.

You were only 81

life was still fun

But your essence, will always live on

In my heart

 my being

I smile

To have had all those sits with you

completes me through and through

quiet times

everyday moments

sometimes energized shares

makes me say,

“Oh yes, I am keeping the friggin’ chairs”

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And because it is Two for Tuesday, let’s see the poem a second time  – in a heart shape (made it here).

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