The visual inspiration (photography) for this writing comes by way of Vate @Consonancias y Disonancias o el Eco del Murciélago de Abril Estados de Alma y Espíritu frente a la época actual de nuestra Humanidad
With the help of our friend, Google, translation at its best is Consonance & Dissonance States of Soul and Spirit against the current era of our Humanity. Unfortunately, there were some parts that did not translate sensibly and my Spanish is low, very low, on the totem pole. That, by no means, takes anything away from Vate’s site. I encourage you to visit and read more HERE!
I first saw the photograph last evening and immediately wrote…
Aged with Time
The chair
so empty and bare
What good are you
just sitting there?
Aged with time
paint chipped and peeling
Who would want you
discolored, unappealing?
Your back’s not straight
Resembling a sick tree
What’s with those legs?
Much too short I see
There’s a hint of beauty
beneath your scarred skin
Why were you abandoned
in the shape you’re in?
Eying you closer
I ponder and ponder
A little love and care?
I wonder, I wonder
I’ll take you home
make you mine
Where will I find
time, time, time?
Time to repair
Time to mend
Time together
When, when, when?
©2014 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults
What inspiration did you gather when you first saw the photograph?
How many times do you stop to ponder “Where will I find the time?” If you could recapture those moments and add them all together, you might be surprised at how much time you’d have on your hands!
catnipoflife 
I used to love and redo old furniture and antiques. I wanted my home to have it’s own ambience, not look like a department store showrrom.
Stunning Poem! Inspired me doing something in Spanish, I’ll do and post to you 🙂 (With human translation if I find somebody for doing it)
nice poem and you make a good point at the end—if we added up the time we spend pondering where to find the time to do things, we would find we have time to do that one thing and many more as well!
I love the poem, Sharla. And I love the pic of the chair. (I’m not really very sure about the chair… it looks a little bit like there are 1000 spiders crawling all over it)
And maybe I’m just completely paranoid… *chuckle*
But your poem is very special!!