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Cheryl12
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rocking chair

Post by Cheryl12 » Sun Apr 28, 2019 1:50 pm

The Hidden Treasure
Yeah, it’s me,
over here in the corner
under Grandma’s afghan,
your first purchase of new furniture
many years ago,
your oaken rocking chair.
Alone on the second floor
of the furniture store,
remember how you dithered about,
comparing wood grain patterns,
simplicity of design,
comfort?
Oh, yeah,
like settling into
an old sweet memory,
I was.
But the price...
Did you want me?
Did you need me?
You returned several times
to the second floor
of the furniture store before
you developed backbone enough
to make the leap –
your first purchase of new furniture.
And you took me home
to the brick apartment building
where the pine tree eventually
outgrew the view
from the third floor living room.
And then you took me home
to the marriage and
one, two, three ranch style homes,
all with well-established trees.
And now, decades later,
here we sit;
both creak a bit.
And you rest into scratches
from your daddy’s suspenders.  

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Gyppo
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Re: rocking chair

Post by Gyppo » Sun Apr 28, 2019 11:33 pm

Cheryl,

As someone who is particularly susceptible to memories triggered by ancient family artefacts I particularly liked this one.  My sister has a child's rocking chair which our Mum used to play in when she was tiny, and it wasn't new then.  Victorian at least.

If that chair could talk...

Yours, of course, did.  Because you listened to it.

I've met secondhand stuff which seems to push itself forward in a shop trying to catch your attention, like a big-eyed puppy in a rescue centre.  Tired old mechanical things seem to have a particular allure for me.

Gyppo
I've been writing ever since I realised I could.  Storytelling since I started talking.  Poetry however comes and goes  ;-)

DocCon
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Re: rocking chair

Post by DocCon » Wed May 01, 2019 9:22 am

The ordinary treasures, far from ordinary. Loved the memory palace in miniture of this beautiful well composed poem.

ajduclos
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Re: rocking chair

Post by ajduclos » Mon May 06, 2019 6:40 am

Cheryl - simply wonderful, so well written and laid out, exquisite... memories... you have captured the essence of artifacts - as Deb has written, memory evoking objects are "diamonds".  Beautiful bit of writing.
Aj    

Lecram06
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Re: rocking chair

Post by Lecram06 » Fri May 10, 2019 7:35 am

Cheryl12 wrote:
Sun Apr 28, 2019 1:50 pm
The Hidden Treasure
Yeah, it’s me,
over here in the corner
under Grandma’s afghan,
your first purchase of new furniture
many years ago,
your oaken rocking chair.
Alone on the second floor
of the furniture store,
remember how you dithered about,
comparing wood grain patterns,
simplicity of design,
comfort?
Oh, yeah,
like settling into
an old sweet memory,
I was.
But the price...
Did you want me?
Did you need me?
You returned several times
to the second floor
of the furniture store before
you developed backbone enough
to make the leap –
your first purchase of new furniture.
And you took me home
to the brick apartment building
where the pine tree eventually
outgrew the view
from the third floor living room.
And then you took me home
to the marriage and
one, two, three ranch style homes,
all with well-established trees.
And now, decades later,
here we sit;
both creak a bit.
And you rest into scratches
from your daddy’s suspenders.  
 
Cheryl,

The tenderness in this poem fills the air. I am in awe. Marcel
 

indar
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Re: rocking chair

Post by indar » Sun May 12, 2019 2:25 pm

I like this device of giving voice to an inanimate object. I particularly respond to this poem as I have somehow become the curator of the old family photo albums, the kerosene  lamp off great grandma's farm, grandma's tea table and so forth. I seem to be the only sentimental member of my family. Such things actually get beyond sentimentality however to symbols of the story of a group of people: their fables, foibles failures and triumphs. I get a sense of "we're all in it together". 

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