Silent Armchair

Silent armchair

No warning given

Tired and confused

Slept the weekend through

Long hours to remember

Somethings that should be forgotten.

 —

Living for Sunday

Whispered hopeful prayers

In a poem set to music

Every last moment

Is shepherded through the door

A swift transition into peace.

 —

In a wooden box

Soundlessness

As trees shed their leaves

And the wind burns out,

all that remains

are fading ribbons on faded wreaths.

Written for Poetry Jam

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12 Responses to Silent Armchair

  1. Gabriella says:

    Puzzlement and sadness pervade your poem, Alan. Even though some things might need to be forgotten, I hope that we leave more behind than faded ribbons on faded wreaths.

  2. Mary says:

    This gives me a very bleak picture of this person’s time in life, Alan. How very sad that it has all come to this. I do know that for some people that is how it ends up. With silence. With memories. All fading away. A powerful write, Alan.

  3. brian miller says:

    long hours to remember things that should have been forgotten….i like your approach in these alan, like little glimpses in….its not all pretty but….

  4. vandana says:

    A beautiful soothing poem just so mesmerising………..

  5. Sherry Marr says:

    Each of these so poignant…….the long hours remembering…..the whispered hopeful prayers (that one really gets to me, I remember my Grandma living for Sunday – right after breakfast, she would put on her hat and arrange her cane and coat on the bed, and wait all day for four o’clock. Sigh)…….and, finally, the soundlessness of that wooden box really brings me up short. Three wonderful ones!

  6. peggygoetz says:

    Wow Alan. This hits hard I think. I better remember I want to go out kicking!

  7. Helen says:

    I want to go gentle into the night, with all of my faculties (of course it’s not under our control, is it?)

  8. Wendy Bourke says:

    The image of the silent armchair is eerie and evocative – the empty chair, so symbolic of a passing. A haunting piece, Alan.

  9. arathi says:

    fading ribbons on faded wreaths…so true, Very nice poem

  10. Sara v says:

    Alan, such sadness and emptiness. And that ending is amazing, perfectly captured the scene and sentiment. Beautiful poem

  11. We are constantly reminded of the ephemeral nature fo our life, and nothing does so so powerfully as the loss of someone near and dear to us. The empty spaces in our lives generated by their loss drives home a powerful message – like the one in your poem. Wonderful write.

  12. Starralee says:

    Oh, how this grabbed my heart.

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