Arm Chair

AuburnScribbler

 

An arm chair, is a calm chair,

pretend you’re in the sun, then

it’s a palm chair, but make sure,

you put on some balm there, else

you will be sitting in a harm chair,

or perhaps in your arm chair,

fantasise that you’re god there, thus

be perched upon a psalm chair,

or maybe your thoughts aren’t so calm

there, so you make your escape,

thus, you sit in an embalm chair,

but, whoa there, in your arm chair,

make sure to yourself that you’re fair;

there, don’t break things that you

can’t repair, so ensure; to make where

you sit, a qualm chair, so take in a deep

breath of air, in a messed up world

that we all share, pick your suspicions,

when and wherever you care, but

remember my friend please do take care,

and try to relax; in your arm chair.  

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 29th, 2021 07:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem, is part "nonsense poem" part rhyming challenge. I decided to choose words that end in "alm" and "air", and obviously to use words that sound very similar. I decided to write a poem in homage to my arm chair which is pictured above, as it has kept me comfortable, before and during these hard times, and I hope it will continue to do so. Quite simply put, the message of this poem is to relax. I hope that you are relaxed, I hope that you enjoy the poem, and please do take care everyone.
  • Category: Nature
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Comments6

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Fun write, A.S. An idea there is enough material to shape the poem into the shape of the chair.

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read Jerry, I was trying to write the poem in the shape of a chair, perhaps it's either a "bird's eye view" or "inkblot" of one, hmm?

      Thanks again, and I hope all is well.

    • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

      A fun poem ! I enjoyed reading . Nice and lighthearted and flows nicely

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thank you for the read yellowrose, yeah I thought why not write a poem in a more child-like, lighthearted tone, and thank you for confirming that it turned out quite nicely. I hope that all is well.

      • orchidee

        Good fun write A.S.

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read orchidee, I hope that all is well.

        • Doggerel Dave

          An ode to a significant arm chair does me!
          Starting from nothing, as I did more than once, the two most fundamental pieces of furniture were/are my bed and, wait for it, my armchair.

          • AuburnScribbler

            Though I am in my thirties, I could not agree with you more Doggerel Dave, two fine and also vital pieces of furniture. Though we live in times where it is fashionable to run, rather than walk, it is important to rest up when you can, and when you must.

            Thanks for the read, and I hope that all is well.

          • Goldfinch60

            Very good fun words Ben, I feel the same ways about my armchair nowadays.

            Andy

            • AuburnScribbler

              Thanks for the read Andy, and I am glad that you agree.

              I hope that all is well.

            • L. B. Mek

              'fantasise that you’re god there, thus
              be perched upon a psalm chair,
              or maybe your thoughts aren’t so calm
              there, so you make your escape,
              thus, you sit in an embalm chair,'..
              from Theology to Egyptology and beyond, you've penned the 'buzz lightyear' of poetry reads, here..
              a delightfully fun read, subtly imbued with insightful meaning for those who choose to dig a little

              • AuburnScribbler

                Upon reading this back, I get your point entirely now L. B. Mek, thank you for such a wonderfully immersive appraisal, "to infinity and beyond eh!"

                Thank you for the read, and I hope that all is well.



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