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RavenSmith
Member

since 2007-03-02

Posts 53
Oregon

0 posted 2007-03-02 06:13 PM

I’m sloughed
in this old incessant chair
rocking to what I covet,
the dust designs my passage.
Dear chair,
if I pardon the footloose
will you sway a new me?
Toe’s
       gripping
                destitute
                        carpet
amusing my bitterness,
the protegé of envy and jealously
has shackled my feet.
Legs
       crippled
                 from fumbling
fingers clawing
                    armrests
I cleave to my trepidation, unaware
that the majestic auctioneer has come.
I hear the steward of dreams
bidding away my withholdings
singing, farewell to despair,
                     farewell to despair.
Crying, I grope the window pane.
Rising to his medley
the cushions have changed form.

~Best Regards,Raven Smith

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

1 posted 2007-03-02 06:56 PM

Raven~
WELCOME to PiP !!

You will no doubt enjoy your stay within this lovely poetic circle of friends~

*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~
Email - noles1@totcon.com

RavenSmith
Member

since 2007-03-02

Posts 53
Oregon

2 posted 2007-03-02 07:03 PM

Thank you Marge. So, glad I found this place. I wish I had known of it awhile back. I am enjoying myself. It seems people are more mature here which is nice.

~Best Regards,Raven Smith

Marie777
Member

since 2007-01-30

Posts 93
MI.

3 posted 2007-03-02 11:08 PM

Welcome Raven. This is a very interesting writing. Thank you for sharing it with us. We are glad you came to join our family of poets here.

Hugs,
Marie

RavenSmith
Member

since 2007-03-02

Posts 53
Oregon

4 posted 2007-03-02 11:28 PM

Even though poetry is open for ones own eyes and mind and heart, when I wrote "The majestic auctioneer" I was speaking of God.

~Best Regards,Raven Smith

jjote
Senior Member

since 2002-12-25

Posts 1088
Ontario, Canada

5 posted 2007-03-11 03:08 AM

I thought you were writing about someone already old or dying, just waiting to pass away. Or if you say it's about God, is He the one who's seating in the chair - how come he could be the auctioneer. I'd love some enlightenment.

sandgrain
Member Elite

since 1999-09-21

Posts 3662
Sycamore, IL, USA

6 posted 2007-03-13 08:54 PM

Welcome! I read your post with great interest. We do tend to cling to meaningless 'things' instead of freeing ourselves to concentrate on more lasting endeavors.

Rae

RavenSmith
Member

since 2007-03-02

Posts 53
Oregon

7 posted 2007-03-14 05:58 AM

The person in the chair is full of grief. The auctioneer, God, is bidding away their grief because he can carry the burden where we can not. ~Raven

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