Mike Gentile Poet Rhyme

The Old Wicker Chair

That old chair in the corner
              For years, it was my friend
Especially when I sat alone
               With no one’s ear to bend

Its wicker wings and peacock flair
                  Crowned the little room
Perched next to my window
                  Dancing with my broom

Tucked inside its cushions soft
             Of white and blue and pink
I would rest or maybe read
               Sometimes, I’d just think

Perhaps, I’d sip a cup of tea
                         Imagining my day
Or wondering my travels
     While dreams whisked me away

I’ll not forget the hours 
                Enveloped by its charm
That I enjoyed so blissfully
                       Leaning on its arm

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S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri January 15, 2020 at 9:33 AM Wow a great chair it sounds ESP with a peacock flair I would luv such an artsy chair and it inspired in you a most awesome fabulous muse indeed. A chair to daydream in wow yeahh yayy kudos for such a super poem!!! Pls pleez do review/ comment my newest poem too. Mike Gentile January 15, 2020 at 3:43 PM Thank you so much S.zanab, Yes, I will

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart December 23, 2019 at 4:07 PM Lovely read Mike, enjoyed! xomo Mike Gentile December 23, 2019 at 4:23 PM Thanks so much Maureen and Merry Christmas xxoo

John Lawless December 15, 2019 at 8:01 AM ...or wondering my travels.....Nicely done Mike, a smooth easy relaxing read. Mike Gentile December 18, 2019 at 12:08 PM Thank you so much John!!