018: The Armchair Poem by Colin Johnston
018: The Armchair
<font color=purple>I sit in my armchair and still caress your thighs…
These wooden frames contain for me forever
The memory of your smile…
Do they feel cold and indifferent?
Never, they will always feel warm,
As you always did…
Don't break my heart
Don't leave me here
Sitting in this lonely chair…
Come back again, from Death,
Be here with me,
And once again we will be
Together…
Memory always replaces that,
Which in life, is missing, …
For Hearts that are feeling…
The Loneliness and Cold…
Let me again feel that genuine warmth,
Let me look once more on that fair face…
Smiling contentedly...
And forget what it is like to be alone...
Forever...
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Colin J… 26th May 2008... (updated 02 Aug 2009)
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Note: This poem is pure fiction, however,
I wanted to express the loss felt at the death of a loved one.
Some people will sit for months in the same chair or bed, answering questions with either Yes or No, unable to think of anything but their grief.
Some will even die there unless brought out of their grief by a loving child, usually a grandchild.
People may think that the person in this poem is being very selfish
but it was meant to convey that feeling of total emptiness
felt on the death of a much loved partner...
Colin J...
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'Memory always replaces that, Which in life, is missing, …' So true, Colin. And may our best memories serve as our definition. Warm regards, Mike
Sad and intensely felt in such a gentle way. love Donall Donall
Great poem, Colin, I think the topic is very important. Grief can be all encompassing and devastating. The loneliness can make it very harsh. I think you were doing a great job in empathy writing such a wonderful poem full of feeling. The feeling of missing that person may never really go away but if we manage to replace the bitterniss with gratefulness we will be on the way to acceptance. I think an extremely important part of being able to move from bitterness to gratefulness is to forgive ourselves for our shortcomings to that person. A loved one so near to us is forgiving us automatically whatrever we did or failed to do. Realising this and being able to forgive ourselves is an essential part of coming through to acceptance and peace and converting bitterniss to grace.
In younger years we never think of such things and your poem brings it out and realise....... I married my wife when she was 16 and if I was left alone I would be in that old rocking chair for sure''''''''''''''''''''' but she is here so on to make life a ball great poem Colin regards
Passionate work, Colin, with much for the reader to feel and ponder. I love the duplicitous messages, the chair representing a crutch supporting a man broken by the death of his love. Well written work here, without doubt! Warm regards, John.
i felt that deep emotions, and sadness in this piece.But there is always that light, we just have to move forward. I love this.. Hugs, meggie
There is no life without a past to be remembered. I am reading some poems of Robert Frost and he dwells on the past and memories a lot. Those who lived with us in the past continue to live in our memories. However, the fact of your sitting in the chair, seems to me so passive and a bit too self indulgent. Shouldn't you be doing something remembering her? Loving is active, generating new life and new growth, not passive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 4:19:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very poignant. You put your soul into this one. Ten from me. Warm regards, Sandra