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The Rocking Chair

There She sits Tired, Creaking Yet Handsome, Proud Nostalgic, Rocking On and on, year to year Bearing tides of suffering Ere our waves of joy are released -- What's this? A crack in her spine appears -- We who've loved her gather, shed goodbye tears ________________________________________ April 30, 2019 "Writing Challenge 2 - April 2019 - It's All About 10" Sponsor: Dear Heart

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Constance La France

Date: 5/6/2019 10:47:00 AM

Gershon, congratulations on your win in my writing challenge with this beautifully emotional poem !

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/6/2019 1:07:00 PM

And thank you! for being patient with my syllable counts! Best wishes, Gershon

Tom Cunningham

Date: 5/5/2019 8:06:00 AM

We all had similar thoughts on this one , then again we're poets. Congratulations. Tom

Tom Cunningham
Date: 5/5/2019 2:28:00 PM

Haha, you're not alone there Garry or is it Gershon lol

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/5/2019 12:05:00 PM

Congrats must mean that I placed somewhere in the contest. Thanks for letting me know. (I seem to write 'em and forgot 'em theses days...Recently I even forgot to enter one in a contest that Charlie Messina wrote me would have been a first-place trophy...Senior moments are striking me a bit too often for my liking lately...) :) gw

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 5/1/2019 12:26:00 AM

I wrote down "etheree" to look it up, but quickly got caught up in the feelings this poem evoked, and forgot to look it up, understanding that it will be difficult to write another "etheree" this psychologically sound and soul-ful.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/1/2019 9:14:00 AM

Thank you for the kind words and encouragement, Caren, but au contraire reg. an 'etheree.' They are right up your alley, methinks. Just start line one with one syllable, and then add one syllalble to each line until you have ten. s/b unrhymed and unmetered. Now isn't that the perfect opportunity for you to go grab the brass ring! Go, girl! ~ gw