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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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#1075230 added August 13, 2024 at 12:18pm
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Lazy-Boy
Prompt: Chair
Pick a chair, any kind of chair in the room where you are now sitting.
What is the history of the chair? Where does it come from? What stories could it tell?

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The real history of the chair, for what little I know, goes back to ancient Egyptians. It's said that they did invent the chair for inside their dwellings and for the elite only.

Yet, the chair I pick to write about has a history of only about thirty-plus years. When my late husband and I moved to Florida in 1992, we decided not to bring the old furniture but buy new ones here, since the cost, more or less, came to the same thing. Still, we brought some things, anyway.

The chair I am going to write about is a Florida-bought one. It is a Lazy-Boy chair. In fact, it is two chairs that used to stay side by side with an end table in between them. They were for my husband and me. After him, since I couldn't stand to sit there alone, I put his chair across the room near the bookshelves, and my chair now stands alone, by the porch doors, from where I can watch the golf course and the backyard. I also read there and sip my tea. It is a relaxing place with lots to offer to me, especially when I'm tired.

Since the seat of this chair is too wide, I added a large pillow to it, on which the cat sits sometimes. Then, the cat also sits on top of the chair and its arms, too. I guess, she appreciates every part of this chair more than I can. Still, this chair is not only for relaxation, but also, sometimes, I take phone calls and messages while sitting in it.

During the medieval times, chairs were often heavy and ornately carved for they served as thrones or seats of honor. Not this recliner, I'm talking about. It is generously padded with a beige colored surface and it is big. Surprisingly enough, despite its hugeness, I can easily pull it to clean under and behind it.

Luckily, as it had been in the times of the ancient Egyptians, chairs nowadays are not only for the elite. For that, I'm thankful because I enjoy sitting in this chair a lot.




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