a fire and a chair

the day is made of icicles
the night is made of rime
summer’s just a memory
lost in some other time
planted in my easy chair
set before the fire
sipping on a hot drink
I can hear a choir
somewhere in the darkness
their words are on the night
singing of the first noel
and how it brought delight
this isn’t how I planned it
this season of my life
no friends no job no money
no children and no wife
just me and empty moments
I know not how to fill
the fire loses hold and I
can feel the winter’s chill
christmas time is here again
the words hang in the air
and I make do with what I have
a fire and a chair

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  1. Hey, I like that! A real picture you painted πŸ˜€
    (Had to look up “rime” so that’s another word I’ve learned πŸ˜‰ )

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  2. I like the sad ones, or is it sad? The charactor of your poem seems lonesome but accepting of his lot in life. Really like the content, sunovawot!
    And, I need spellcheck!

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    • Thanks πŸ˜€ I think you’re right, the protagonist, if he feels a sadness, it is a passing thing πŸ˜€

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  3. abikertoo

     /  December 9, 2012

    He’s surviving with just the fire & a chair, simple things BUT, they’re his world & he’s maintaining a balance with them!!

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    • Yes, in any circumstance there is a balance to be struck, change what you can, accept what you can’t πŸ˜€

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  4. damommza

     /  December 9, 2012

    The simplicity and beauty of this poem are really your trademarks. It’s sad but not morose. It does have an “acceptance” feeling at the end. As always, it paints a picture for me..an oil painting of a man, facing the setting sun…(and I had to look up “rime” too!) Applolsauce for this one. Most excellent.

    adaein3, if ANYONE needs spellcheck, it’s me!! πŸ˜€

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    • Thank you πŸ˜€ but I would have said watercolour, it doesn’t have the weight of oils πŸ˜€

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    • Hi damommza! I always enjoy reading your verses, too, whether you’re critiiquing sunovawot or writing poetry.
      My first encounter with rime was on Mt. Washington, N.H. and it was surreal! (spchk neded agin)
      Look up “images of rime ice on Mt. Washinton, N.H.”

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      • damommza

         /  December 9, 2012

        Oh, you are SO the oil painting!! I can see see the veins on your hands while you sit by the fire. It’s very intense. Wishy washy watercolor? Dreamy?, gauzy?, Never in a million years! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

        adaein3-when I first saw “rime” I thought he misspelled “rhyme” but I knew it was going to end up being a word I had never read before…Awesome pics when I looked up the rime ice on Mt. Washington!

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