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Rocking Chair
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A. Antoinette Grizzle


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That boy would sit in that old beat up

rocking chair, the one by that there

cracked window, rocking back and forth for

hours. It just don’t make a heap of sense

a youngster being hauled up inside

when he should be playing outdoors

with them other pain in the neck kids.

Sometimes I’d ask him, I would say Jessie,

whatcha doing boy? He never answered

right away. It would take him a moment as

if he was searching for the answer, but real

soft like he’d reply I’m meditating.

Meditating?

What on earth would a ten year old,  

pig farmer’s son, living in the middle of

nowhere and can’t find it, know about

meditation?

But that’s what he would answer every

time so I reckon it must be the

truth. I never pressed him for a better

answer. No sir, I’d just let him be. Just let

him sit there rocking back and forth in that

beat up chair by that cracked window, that

old rocker that his Grandpaw died in the

Christmas before last.

 

 

© by A. Antoinette Grizzle.
Used with the author’s permission.

 

 

 

 

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A. Antoinette Grizzle enjoys writing about everyday experiences and reading poetry that makes her cry (she says she's not a sap, just has one of those tender hearts).  Antoinette lives in Florida, where she enjoys its 80 degree winter days.

 


Post New Comment:
CamilleBalla:
I agree with the other comments. This is an eye-opener for me of yet another form of meditation - 'just being' along with the rhythm of the rocking chair. Thank you for this insight.
Posted 03/15/2017 10:37 AM
Larry Schug:
Tender-hearted and definitely not sappy. I especially like the recurring image of the cracked window.
Posted 03/15/2017 09:05 AM
Michael:
Wonderful poem, Antoinette. I especially enjoyed the language "idiom" you worked into it.
Posted 03/15/2017 08:57 AM
carel:
I am very touched by your poetic version of meditation. ...
Posted 03/15/2017 08:49 AM
rhonasheridan:
I agree with all the others. Such a good poem.
Posted 03/15/2017 08:45 AM
blueskies:
Stunning! And priceless in wisdom.Thanks, A.Antoinette. More please...Smiles.
Posted 03/15/2017 08:29 AM
paradea:
Beautiful!
Posted 03/15/2017 08:02 AM
David:
Excellent! Love the dialect.
Posted 03/15/2017 06:56 AM
bbatcher:
Let's hear some more from Ms Grizzle
Posted 03/15/2017 06:53 AM
plgoodman:
Stunning in it's simplicity and honesty. A beautiful window into genuine humanity. Thank you.
Posted 03/15/2017 06:40 AM
Phyllis Beckman:
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!
Posted 03/15/2017 05:54 AM


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