Empty Chairs
Chairs, lots of chairs
Stacked in dark corners
Under stairs
Behind locked doors
Beneath office floors
Not needed anymore.
Chairs, lonely chairs
No bums to keep them warm
No human conversations
Of weekend fun
Do they Muse
Do they wonder
Are they confused
As to our present slumber.
In the dead of night
Do they rattle and shake
Vibrate back to there rightful place
The office space is were they belong
But something is terribly wrong.
Red tape, yellow signs
Stay back, stay safe
This is a socially distant place.
"Are we not needed
Are we to be destroyed
Legs torn, arms broken
Tossed upon the scrap pile"
"Maybe they will come back
I hope they will survive"
"We really should return
To our dark corridor
Before the sun does rise"
Chairs, empty chairs
Stacked in dusty corners
Asking, do we belong
Wondering, what went wrong.
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I agree with Cherie brother!!.....VERY well personified....and TRULY creative intelligence being delivered here!!.......ALL STARS!!.....Bravo dear poet brother!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo : )
The whole world has gone wrong for quite a while, and are people in the West still asleep? Wish you a good Christmas.
People in the west live in the east, we are from the north but originate from the south. I have recently come into knowledge, information as to our persistent existence.
Not clear to me the exact meaning you try to tell ;)) Re empty chairs of your work, think one of the most famous empty ones is presented in my image:
https://cosmofunnel.com/poems/liu-xiaobo-you-wait-for-me-with-dust-192908
Hope you like to have a look.
Aw a dreary scene poem, very apt and imaginative on the empty offices and public gathering places in many countries in the world affected by the pandemic. I liked how you creatively personified the chairs that are missing us everywhere. Kudos and this is one of your best poems, for me. !!
plz pleez do read and comment on my newest poem too.
And wishing you a happy new year poet.
Hi Gerard...there are a lot of ways poets write about this pandemic. Yours is very unique. By writing about the chairs being stacked away the reader automatically thinks about all the chairs in all the places...a busy world and what it means when all those chairs are stacked away. Clever and absolutely delivers x