The Chair Chronicles

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What led to this? Battered and scarred, and past your prime, definitely.  You’ve been put out to pasture to await your final resting heap.

In my vision you were the chair upon which unread stories and chronicles were woven, rather than the chair upon which bills were paid and work reports were constructed.  So then, what kind of wordsmith did you serve?  Was it a great writer who sculpted stories from word clay?  Was it a poet who understood metre and rhyme the way a farmer knows the wetness of the soil from a brief touch of earth?  Was it a reporter who sought to make sense of the divisive times in which we live?  Was it a fellow blogger, hoping for one more follower and one more like?

This chair now sits awaiting garbage day sometime next week. The disposer, perhaps overly eager to get a spot on a curb that is far too often filled with rejected items of our day to day domestic life.  Before the metal truck appears, the pile will have undoubtedly grown unmanageable.  For now, though, the chair sits solitary, perhaps missing the desk, or perhaps missing the writer.

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About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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6 Responses to The Chair Chronicles

  1. Aw, thank you. It was the memory of a sad, abused rattan chair on the beach that gets moved about that made me think it. My photos have not captured its loneliness.

  2. A striking photo and the thoughts to go with it.
    It’s position, tilted up like that facing the sky, clouds, sun – as though waiting for inspiration to come.

  3. … Missing the respect of its owner to deliver it properly to a donations site. (Or arrange delivery, same outcome.)
    Karma shall roll in on its own wheels.

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