Empty Chair

AuburnScribbler

 

She, he or they; should be there,

sitting in that empty chair,

I hear my mind say, with the “mainstream voice”,

but wait a minute here, I do have a choice.

 

I look around, at little worlds,

social bubbles; that resemble pearls,

their joyous smiles, I do not wish to spoil,

as in my momentary solitude, my blood does boil,

thus, my imagination wakes,

to give to me my caring cakes,

with synaptic savouring, I shall envisage,

to rid a frown, to make a better image.

 

In that chair, could be anyone,

who has lived, or lives; under the Sun,

so, I pretend to be a genial chat show host,

please welcome my guest, either flesh or ghost.

 

My guest tonight is Helen of Troy,

let us hope apologies; she does employ,

for love, should be love, not war and greed in disguise,

perhaps her afterlife sentence; is love’s re-design,

maybe I could see Grandpa again,

to both reminisce, and to talk of pain,

by playing an achy game; of unfair comparison,

for the dead are free, the living still build a prison,

or simply, I could think of her, him or them,

to dream up our relationship’s stem,

with harmonious tones, we could re-write our wrongs,

helping new generations, to sing better songs.

 

But for now, I sit solo; at a table for two

with a muted echo, waiting for you,

so please, do take note of this point, that I make to thee,

when I am conversing alone, I talk to you and me.   

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2021 13:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: It is a very often thing for me; to sit opposite an empty chair. Sometimes the solitude can be bliss, I can concentrate, or just simply get a breathe of fresh air; free from interruption, but, as we, (the UK) enter another phase of easing of lockdown restrictions, sometimes I wish that the chair was occupied on a more frequent basis. I am still looking for a partner to share in an adventure, so on occasion, I imagine that someone is sitting opposite me. Here is a poem about this sentiment. Though the cover picture does sum up the poem well, to me, the accompanying picture "The Empty Chair" by contemporary artist Kip Kavallares, gives a more succinct visual to the poem. I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always, please stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 38
  • Users favorite of this poem: aDarkerMind, L. B. Mek
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  • flyingfish

    Great concept. Well said. Cheers

    • AuburnScribbler

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

    • Doggerel Dave

      Neat piece, AS – enjoyed
      Without Covid, lockdowns and on/off, the advice would be easy: “No use sitting alone in your room, come to the Cabaret”, plus: Do the ‘adventure’ and the partner may turn up…
      Easy before, harder now, but nothing like involvement in a cause to find allies…
      Take care of yourself.

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thank you for the read Doggerel Dave, and yes, the past sixteen months have been hell in terms of sociability, and the modern twists and turns of life; have somewhat poisoned the dating game, but, I will try to make the magic happen, naturally.

        Thanks again, and stay safe.

      • Goldfinch60

        Good write Ben, anybody can be in that empty chair but the one opposite me at home should be filled with my wife and often is in my heart and mind.

        Love the artwork.

        Andy

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thank you for the read Andy, and such a loving homage to your wife, to be sat in the empty chair opposite you.

          I'm glad that you like the artwork too, I've just got into Kip's work, very talented indeed.

          Thanks again, and stay safe.

        • L. B. Mek

          (Brilliant!
          the best I've read from your ever-so talented pen
          so far,)
          firstly, I love the painting you chose
          its colourful features, overwhelm
          such a depiction's capacity to convey
          loneliness as all-thigs bleak, allowing us
          the opportunity to envision
          that chair not just
          as an ostracised or neglected corner
          but as a vacuum of expectancy
          in our hopeful endeavour
          to find that significant other;
          Secondly, more importantly
          your poetry just sings from start to finish
          weaving a universal, yet deeply personal
          and wonderfully nuanced narrative:
          'maybe I could see Grandpa again,
          to both reminisce, and to talk of pain,
          by playing an achy game; of unfair comparison,
          for the dead are free, the living still build a prison,
          or simply, I could think of her, him or them,
          to dream up our relationship’s stem,'..
          what a sublime reading experience
          thank you!
          for choosing to share dear poet

          • AuburnScribbler

            Thank you very much for your very kind words here L.B. Mek and thank you for favouriting the poem too.

            I'm very pleased that you have connected with the poem as well as you have done, and I shall endeavour to continue to keep up the good words.

            Thanks again, and stay safe.



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