Good Morning Chair

This poem was inspired by a workshop where the attendees where encouraged to write seven two-word lines about an object in their everyday surroundings which holds a a sense of value beyond it monetary cost. This poem describes the first chair I would sit on each the morning, as I drink my first cup of tea.

woven wicker
faithfully idle
inviting silence
meek seat
shadow concealed
forever still
in rest

By: J.P.Norridge

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