It has been a long time. I hardly recognize any of the screen names now! Mostly I notice who is missing from this gathering of words. I feel a little lost.
I am glad you liked the poem. I've been having writers block consistently! I was very happy to be able to plunk this out one night. I can see it needs work though.
How are you? Are you back in school? I'm doing well; I think I need more sleep though. I seem to have become an insomniac, though it's more habit now I think.
I am glad to see one of your comments again. Thank you for taking the time to read.
At the risk of my very own life from the “you shouldn't tell the meaning of your poems” club, I am going to tell you! Ok, I take that back. I can't exactly tell you what it is about for you, but for me I can attempt it (if you are not confused by that you are the only one).What I mean to say is that my poem is open to interpretation. Perhaps there is no deeper meaning, and maybe it's not humorous for me, but it could be for you...?
I like to think of it as a progression. Red is such a charming color! When I think of red I imagine brilliance, joy, confidence, and anger. I think the color red embodies those emotions, depending on the interpreters mood. Ah, but I did tell you it was a progression and indeed it is. The authoress is comparing herself to a red chair, it is a measly attempt at confidence. Then the passing of time is shown, irritation grows, anger, and finally acceptance mixed with a little bitter vengeance.
Of course this is my interpretation. What is yours?
P.S. Talking in third person is a bit of a conundrum sometimes.
P.P.S. Thank you for reading! I am sorry my attempt at explanation stinks. I will try to rectify the vagueness of my thoughts during the next rendering.