A chair is made to be sat in.
A chair
presupposes a sitter.
Straight-backed, enveloping,
soft or hard,
a chair
has a personality
all its own.
That may or may not
be that of its sitter.
Chairs also sit and wait
lined up against the wall
or grouped around a table,
anticipating a sitter.
Scattered helter-skelter
they converse
together
of the signs
of yesterday they bear,
of the vicissitudes
they have been through,
and wondering about
tomorrow.
And I,
I wonder too,
for if a body is the seat of the soul
might I not be the soul
of the chair I sit in?
Erika Bizzarri 
Ha, ha…. Love that.
Been so work busy, big board meeting yesterday big grant was due Thursday, tough week. Went to Arezzo today, a day off to pick up a new pick up a new painting. 4:17 train was 2 hours late! Spent an hour in the cold waiting for it to arrive finally an intercity one came and we got on! Freezing!!!!!
Will be glad to be home : > )
L, B Xxoo
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Such a wondrous perspective!
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Well, this brought a smile to my face Erika! A splendid way to start the day.
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This poem made me think of the other day when I sat on our couch (not a chair but it’s the seat that Frank occupies a good part of the day in) in the place where Frank has his daily coffees (usually 2) and reads or is on his laptop. He has made that side of the 2-seater couch his, and I found myself sinking into the mold that he has made for himself, a space that seemed to anticipate his form. And so I moved.
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