I Really could sit in a chair all day

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I was reminded of this poem today.  I wrote it ages ago as an experimental piece. It was inspired by  Vincent Van Gogh’s  1888 painting. 

I think the original idea for the poem is that in my inertia.  I slowly morph into an actual chair!

 

I could sit in a chair all day,

I could sit in a chair and get carried away

Just sat in a chair all day.

 

I could sit in a chair all day

I could sit in a chair and rant and moan

I could sit in a chair and cry into the phone

As I sat in my chair all day.

 

I could sit in a chair and cry.

I could bring several tears to a plexi glass eye,

And still sit in this chair all day.

I could sit in a chair all day,

But my worries and cares would not melt away,

If I sat in that chair all day.

I could sit in a chair all day,

Until doctors came in and took me away.

‘Cos I sat in a chair all day.

I could sit in a chair all day

And weep with regret as my life slowly froze

I could sit in a chair all day

As silvery cobwebs covered my clothes,

I could sit in a chair all day.

I could sit in a chair all day

‘Til my limbs ceased up and withered away,

‘Til my mouth went dry with nothing to say,

‘Til my heart and my blood turned a dull shade of grey

As I sat in that chair that had turned into me

And myself became glued

And I couldn’t get free

And my eyes became leather

And now couldn’t see

Me

sat in this chair all day!

©Lynda M Roberts 2011

Thanks to Vincent Van Gogh for the use of his chair (the image from here

Thanks also here

The original poem appears in this post

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