In an effort to support The Chair Project, a silent auction organized by Milkweed health & harmony emporium to raise money and awareness for Sanctuary Inc., Hoptown Chronicle invited readers to submit a haiku about a chair. We’ve published all the submissions below. You can see our story announcing the contest’s winners here.
My favorite chair
Must both rock and recline or
I’ll lay on the couch
Lovely old bones here
In this worn chair of Momma’s
Soon will be vacant
Ugly old chair blue
Rocking me to sleep right now
Dreams of warm beaches
The lounge chair is soft
and the margarita hard
sit a spell and chill
Cozy in her chair
weary and weak, but knowing
she had a great life.
while children frolic
the old sit silent in chairs
and they remember
Just breathe, she whispered.
Embrace the calmness, Enjoy
Rest and be at Peace.
A place of solace
away from the drama
finally at peace.
Comfy cozy chair
Provides respite all day where
I ponder great peace
I sit alone now
the babe has grown taller now
alone I sit now
Chairs are fantastic,
If you don’t carefully sit.
Miss! Don’t blame the chair!
His chair, empty now
Husband, daddy, brother, son
Memories live on
Exhausted, I sink
Into the cushioned support
Of my easy chair.
Milkweed hums with life,
every chair a quiet gift
for Sanctuary.
Old high chair of mine
Hold my precious babies safe
While they learn to dine
My old rocking chair
End of day soothing calming
Weary tired mind
My worn Lazyboy
A cozy womb-like cocoon
For quiet comfort
What does a chair mean?
A seat? Support? Command? Rest?
Trust? Sanctuary.
As I start to sit
I pine for sweet days gone by
When mama rocked me
My favorite chair
Old but relaxing retreat
Envelope me now
Alas simple chair,
you are more than that to me.
Rest my weary bones.
Unwelcome table
Pull up a chair anyway
Showing up for us
Grandma’s rocking chair
sits all alone in my home
wishing she was here
The curtains open.
A hush falls across the crowd.
Best Seat In The House.
Chair holds quiet storm,
Mind wanders far, thoughts take flight,
Ideas softly land.
Shaped wood now makes
Cotton and wicker a place
To remember you
this mom needs a chair
but no time to sit, too much
on my plate today
Build a restful place
Cradle for a wounded soul
Nest this fragile hope
Chair in a diner
Like it was a zen garden
I rake through my grits
Silent wooden frame‚
holds the weight of years and tears,
still it does not break.
My chair is mine, and
mine alone, dare not try to
sit upon my throne.
Softly the chair rocks
My grandma sits by the fire
Drifting to her dreams
From the chair I sit
I’m always misunderstood
please sit and listen
Support, foundation
I am a strong place of rest
and I have your back
My cousins and I
still talk of knowing love in
Mamaw’s rocking chair
Steady through the years
holding weight without a word
faithful companion
Bone tired twilights
Half alive on mint cushion
There is refuge here
Four legs, maybe three
Heavy burden, easy load
Stand strong, sit with me
Chair sits with quiet pride
Patient throne of weary folks‚
Creaks, “Take a load off.”
A child in my lap
creating fond memories
and sharing my heart
Which chair is for bell
She is the priestess of love
Give her the high chair
It’s not your chair, huh?
I thought you may have lost it;
it’s nice and now mine.
bell bell bell bell bell
can we talk about bell hooks
read all about love
I love my new chair
And want to sit in it now
But need to pay first
Office chair spins fast,
Dizzy boss forgets his work,
Meeting turns to fun.
Wobbly old chair waits
Plotting my embarrassing fall
Gravity wins.
My gazebo chair
at the end of a long day
fly me to the moon.
Grandmother’s kitchen‚
take a seat and we will roll,
Yahtzee dice for hours
