Short Reclining Chair Poems

I lie in the reclining chair, 
sucking my teeth
and wonder why the passing cattle
only stop in the field next door

and then the herdsman comes
with his tortured, twisted cattle- 
prodding stick, and they all move on,
me, the herdsman and the cattle...

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holed up in hollow breath less laboring as my La-Z-Boy kicks back

9/1//2018

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La-Z-Boy - a type of reclining chair...

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by Ralph Taylor
Contest: Inspired

When I want to write and the urge is there,

there's one place I go, so I can prepare.
      
      It's a spot I know
    
      that makes the words flow

I just go sit, in my reclining chair.


I don't really know why, it happens that way.

Why it's easy to think, what I have to say.
     
     To write something new,
     
     all I have to do

is mount my recliner and write away!...

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I step into the new day.

Standing, 
in the valley of the mountains,
The red dawn predicts change.

Inside, a cloak of darkness hangs.

Daniel sits,
confused,
in his brown reclining chair.

Birds cut low through the morning sky.

Knowingly,
Earth follows the Laws of Nature,
rain will soon fall.

Lingering,
he grapples with mortality,
as death's cloak falls over him.

The storm breaks hard.

I cry,
in the valley of the mountains,
where the dawn predicts change....

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