Posted in inspirational, memoir, poetry

The Chair and a Song

the chair from the mendo hotel copy

The quality of light from the window

makes a space between here and there.

Yet you put me here

searching the harbor

and I’m struggling to find the sparkled prism


now, you are gone.

The ocean makes me think of you,

with crinkly eyes, the edges of your hair


When I look the other way I think

you’ve appeared again,

yet nobody speaks.

The seagull cries and pecks at the seed.

gull waking away

© copyright 2013 by Susan E. Rowland


I made it this far and plan to keep going. I believe nature heals the soul. I love to journal, to write, do art, and music. I'm not afraid to tackle tough subjects. Solar-powered & drive hybrid. Trying to do my part. Earned my BA at 53. And, I believe, it's never too late to have a happy childhood.

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