Spindly Chair

Posted on June 16, 2011 | 6 Comments

Rocking in my four legged chair
Forward and backward, I do not care
Who’s watching and talking, this is my old friend
No squeak or groan or even a bend

We’ve been together now for so many years
Even through the times I rocked drinking beer
Been sober now for a long time
The memories come slower as I’m on my behind

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6 responses to “Spindly Chair”

TheMsLvh | June 16, 2011 at 2:33 PM | Reply

I can just picture that. Good choice with words!

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- booguloo | June 17, 2011 at 4:32 AM | Reply
  
  Good or bad, it’s a learned habit that’s calming and dorky. Big Grin…
  
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Sharp Little Pencil | June 16, 2011 at 5:11 PM | Reply

Michael, there is something about a favorite rocking chair. We have four, count ’em, FOUR in our two-bedroom apartment. One holds my daughter’s huge teddy bear; one was willed to us by a dear friend; one is Lex’s favorite reading chair; and the last one, of course, is mine, all mine, for sipping coffee and cogitating. Loved this! Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/06/16/780/

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- booguloo | June 16, 2011 at 8:47 PM | Reply
  
  You use a rocker? I use my hips… lol My calisthenics of sorts…
  
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Jamie Dedes | June 17, 2011 at 5:18 AM | Reply

There must be a nack to that rocking of a four-legged chair!

I live the poem. 🙂

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- booguloo | June 17, 2011 at 5:56 AM | Reply
  
  Yo have to bend at the hip. lol
  
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