Week one
Used
Alone I stand
With my four legs cold as steel,
The touch of my legs may shock one who brushes them surprisingly.
My only friend is seated with four legs that are cold as steel
But we never meet 'till a noise makes everyone near, run from me,
And they inch my only friend seated with four legs closer and closer to me.
I feel no pain because I wasn't made to feel anything,
Day by day people pass by me contemplating the day
They use me for their trees covered with ink.
At the end of the day I have all kinds of obscure words written on me,
I say obscure because I can not read
When the lights are off and everyone is gone is when i am truly united with my only friend seated with four legs
Comments (1)
CStaude said
at 10:22 am on Nov 12, 2009
I love your first poem! Its title is PERFECT! Your choice of words is solid and full a great imagery too! The idea of a desk being "friends" with a chair is sharp! It also suggests how lonely the everyday things that we use are, since we all seem to take them for granted.
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