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I’d rush, Promising the chair, “Soon, my dear, we’ll converse.” Yet days blended into weeks, weeks into months, Spring waned, summer vanished, like fleeting verse.</p><p id="1f06">With winter’s first snowflakes, a sight caught my eye, A rabbit nestled beneath the chair’s embrace, And I, bereft of companionship in nature’s realm, Sighed to the chair, “You’ve found solace, a grace.”</p><p id="224a">A whispered query echoed through the air, “What of me? Have I been left behind, forgotten?” For in the pursuit of life’s ceaseless flurry, I neglected the melodies, nature begotten.</p><p id="782d">My heart wistfully stirs, a pang of longing, For that chair has found a companion in solitude, While I, a witness to life’s hurried carousel, Yearn for the peace I once vowed to embrace.</p><p id="caa4">…</p><p id="0d66">You may like my other poems:</p><div id="25d4" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-forgotten-flower-sings-58eedb02cbd8"> <div> <div

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A Lonely Chair

A Tale of Nature’s Melodies

As spring danced upon the stage, And blossoms adorned the earth’s embrace, I bought a chair, vibrant and bold, To witness the miracles the season unfurled.

In hues of crimson, gold, and blue, I found a seat that whispered “choose!” An ode to the flowers that bloomed so fair, I believed it would be my tranquil lair.

Placing it gently in my garden’s domain, I dreamt of sitting, serene and sane, Observing the flowers’ delicate sway, And nightingales’ melodies, my soul’s ballet.

Each morn, in haste, towards my toils I’d rush, Promising the chair, “Soon, my dear, we’ll converse.” Yet days blended into weeks, weeks into months, Spring waned, summer vanished, like fleeting verse.

With winter’s first snowflakes, a sight caught my eye, A rabbit nestled beneath the chair’s embrace, And I, bereft of companionship in nature’s realm, Sighed to the chair, “You’ve found solace, a grace.”

A whispered query echoed through the air, “What of me? Have I been left behind, forgotten?” For in the pursuit of life’s ceaseless flurry, I neglected the melodies, nature begotten.

My heart wistfully stirs, a pang of longing, For that chair has found a companion in solitude, While I, a witness to life’s hurried carousel, Yearn for the peace I once vowed to embrace.

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The Forgotten Flower Sings

Remembering Keats’ Poetry

medium.com

An Ode to The Forgotten Ones

Reflections on the Tragic Lives of Those Dying Daily in Dark Alleys

medium.com