Just a broken chair – and it’s a Hainka
just a broken chair
but so many stories appear
even though it’s old
I can still sit there
shadows and sunshine are fine
just a broken chair
but more stories still unfold
and what will happen next time?
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Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Melissa from Mom With a Blog
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Interesting!
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I do like this it’s reminded me of an old one of mine 😊😊
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Oh, that’s nice! I’ve got an old bench as well.😉
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they hold memories don’t they 💜💜
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Certainly do!💛
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💜💜💜
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What indeedy, …and I loved this Chris, …it looks so old it must have absorbed memories, …(my mind is now conjecturing how many bum cheeks it supported over the years?😂)
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Ha ha, you’re making me laugh – and that is great!😄
Thanks, Penny.
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So moving Chris
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Aww, thanks so much, Sadje😊
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You’re most welcome 🤗
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It’s a broken chair on the outside only. Its soul knows more than it lets on. I love this. Beautiful Hainka. Yay, Chris.
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What a lovely way to say! Thank you so much, Selma.
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raising cane
and severed rataan
can be it s own small bataan
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Ha ha, so it is!
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i like mexican coke. i like sugar sweet and salt and drinks not neat. we mericans like ice.
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now idest if you are one of us. my baaad.
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Ageing has a lot to express, even an old chair. Beautiful verses! 👍❤️🌹
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Very much so, in fact. Dear chair…🌷💛🌼
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I love this and I really love looking at old things and imagining the stories they could tell
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Old things like that… I’m pretty sure they can talk – well, almost!
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))))
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That venerable chair has “seen” a lot, Chris. Really enjoyed your poem.
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It certainly has. Hmm. See, writers…🌼
Thanks so much, Dave.
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Next time: Kindling is always an option.
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Indeed… but hush😉
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(tapping the side of my nose)
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I love being surrounded by old things. I enjoyed this.
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Yes, nice and old things… lovely!
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[…] Just a broken chair […]
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That looks like an excellent, sunlit chair for a coffee and a read!
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Yes indeed, it’s a perfect place to be!
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Lovely!
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Thanks, Brenda!
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Good one Chris
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Thank you, Di!
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Wow! This is a new to me form and I love it! Your poem is a perfect example of how wonderful it can be! Now I’ve got to think on this!!
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That will be easy for you, I’m sure, Val!
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I just might have to give it a try! Perhaps not today but soon!
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very nice
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Thanks!
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Hopefully, next time you sit on it, it won’t finally give way!
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A very good point! Thanks Keith😉
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If only it could talk; I can imagine the stories. Lovely piece, Chris.
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Thanks so much, Eugi!
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You’re welcome, Chris!
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Your piece reminded me of a John Travolta movie called “Phenomenon.” One side story is that to help a gal earn money he buys her willow chairs… They be come a couple. But the movie (spoiler alert) sort of has a sad ending. Still a cool movie though and an interesting story.
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Aha, I think I remember that movie. That’s pleasing!
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beautiful Chris ❤️
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Aww, thanks Gary!😊
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Old things have always intrigued me. I really like this one. It makes you think. 🤔
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Aways interesting, those old things… and maybe valuable too.😉
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