Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Poetry Thursday - Everyday Inspiration

The poems I love best are homages to the "everyday" - a sunset, a favorite tree, birds singing, a fulfilling pastime or a special relationship. These things add small touches of pleasure to our lives, so it makes sense to memorialize them with poetry, which should itself be another of life's everyday pleasures.

Every Afternoon

Along about four o'clock
every workday afternoon
I begin to think about my chair.

You know the one -
the soft old green one
just there by the window
with an oven warm spot
baked in the late day sun.

Everday after work
I fold my weary bones into its lap
lean my aching head against its neck
and sigh.

It fits me just right, this chair.
Although it is large enough
for a small boy
to curl up at my side,
snuggle in close to my heart
and hear a story or two ~
these days it's just me.

It could be that one or both
of the dogs might come
and vye for a spot on my lap,
a loyal, forgiving soul
to share this comfort with.

Either way,
I begin to think about it ~
my chair, my book,
maybe one dog or both~
along about four o'clock.



Blogger ren powell said...

I am so envious of your chair. I keep looking for one- (like my grandmother had when I was small. . . ) thanks for a lovley poem.

Anonymous Anonymous said...

That sounds like my chair! Lovely cosy poem!

Blogger Helen said...

lovely poem. Makes me want a cozy chair!

Blogger Suzan Abrams, email: said...

Highly romantic and pensive. Reflecting allure from the ordnary.

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds wonderfully cozy and relaxing.

Blogger rel said...

This is such a snug poem reflecting your contentedness.

Just reading it outloud lulled me into a reverie of my own.


Blogger Tammy Brierly said...

Sounds very cosy Becca. I knew pups would be there too. Lovely

Blogger Julie said...

I don't know why, but when I read the poems you post I am expecting to see sommeone else's name at the bottom, only to feel astounded that once again the words are your very own. This is a beautiful piece, Becca. My favorite "I fold my weary bones into its lap"

From now on, I shall read every word expecting it to be yours and will be surprised if I get to the end and find they belong to someone else.

Blogger twilightspider said...

I love the comfort here, and the framing of the poem with "along about four o'clock". That line is just positively lyrical.

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds very, very comfortable...I need one of those chairs...

What a relaxing poem...

Blogger che said...

what a real inspiration . abt . a cozy chair .
i wonder if a couch will be an inspiration for someone like tony soprano ?

Blogger Deirdre said...

That chair sounds very inviting. I think I'll go find my corner of the couch soon.

Blogger Dixie said...

This is great, I love your concept. Everyday stuff is what its all about! I mean isn't everything, something in someones everyday occurence.

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Becca..I want to sit in your chair it sounds soo comfy and warm..lovely poem, thank you for sharing..m

Blogger jzr said...

Very lovely, Becca! I have one of those chairs too! Everyone must!!

Blogger michelle said...


I'm still searching for that chair.


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