lawnchair before sunrise

Posted: February 21, 2014 in My Poetry
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ants led the way to the old boathouse
planks softened and warped
shingle roof dipped,
door scraped rough to touch
inside musty scent of the past decaying,
memories inserted of another life,
stacked next to tins forgotten and paint,
four lawnchairs
metal mottled chrome flaked
still cold to the touch,
infused with a past when
there where echoes of a young
family that once been
part of me,
lifting one out
stiff opening action,
outside in the air
it could of turned to dust,
instead it bore my weight
now i had passed an elegant age
lighter not so heavy,
eyes dimmed slowly in slumber,
this chair was symbolic in it’s structure
bending straps
rubber perished
one snapped,
i did not want to move
with wild turkey
and some cigars,
would i see the sunrise
that would have to wait till morning

image from recyclart.org

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Comments
  1. gila_mon says:

    “metal mottled chrome flaked” Good line here, I smiled knowing exactly what this is, and there’s always a hint of danger when someone sits in a lawnchair that has been too weathered.

  2. Chris, wonderful memories of a chair…a place that has meant so much and that has witnessed your life’s progression. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Brian Miller says:

    that looks like a great chair to sit in
    and just be.

  4. slpmartin says:

    Ah…this will become a favorite for me.

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