The Power of Poetry

A Seat For One

Angels without wings

closing their eyes to the crowds beginning with that one lonely chair, then another, then another until they are all seated.

Chairs without angels

where nightmarish creatures who have no place on this Earth, They settled their presence on those chairs. Waiting for their moment out in the open. they then looked at each other, knowing they shared a common truth: a life of loneliness, pure and without falsehood. They then began to leave, one by one… only until the last chair left: the same chair that started this whole mess…the same chair that began it all.

On the empty chairs The people came and left The time was right, some said And others felt it wrong Some said the view outside was better But these views were all wrong I’m sitting here on my own, and I don’t know what to do The seats are filled with ghosts Of people who have been here before I see them fidgeting in their seats To their imaginary needs They’re looking out of windows or staring at the floor These people we no longer know because they moved away The chairs will always be empty because it is so very rare To find someone to sit with you and share your thoughts.

Poetry is everywhere 💚 But the question is, how much do you love it?

Empty chairs scattered all about, are the only reminder of all the people who are gone. The memories of past dinners shared together, and the laughter that echoes through their homes.