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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