I thought it was high time I paid homage to one of my dearest and most faithful friends—an unsung hero in my life—my recliner. We take our recliners for granted, I think, but when we pause to ponder the pivotal part they play in our lives, we realize how often we overlook these stalwart and steady companions. They demand nothing—yet give so much—never complaining about the…ahem…heavy burdens they bear. They’re always there, waiting to comfort us at the end of a long, hard day. They rock us to sleep, bearing us away to the Land of Sweet Slumber—like a magic carpet ride, only better. So…all hail to thee, my beloved friend, my staunch and steadfast comrade. I dedicate this poem to you…
(To any high-brow and high-falutin’ academic types out there who might read the following poem and be appalled at the sheer banality of “Ode to My Recliner,” well….it was meant to be funny, in case the preceding paragraph doesn’t clue you in. I almost never write “serious” poems any more because I’m completely intimidated by those of you who sniff at poets who are accessible, especially those of us who haven’t taken one of your high-brow college poetry classes. I would especially like to thumb my nose at those of you who disparage poet Billy Collins because you feel his poems are trite because regular people like me CAN ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND THEM! Because when I read a completely obscure and ambiguous poem (like so much of modern poetry), I feel as though the person who wrote it is showing contempt for us ordinary folks by willfully seeking to obfuscate. I like poetry that leaves room for joy and delight and surprise, and poetry that we can all take pleasure in. I love Billy Collins. He got me reading poetry again.)
Sorry, I got carried away—I’ll step down off my soapbox now. Perhaps I should do a post on that. 🙂 Anyway, here’s my tribute to my beloved Barcalounger. Hope it gives you a laugh:
Ode to My Recliner
When the world seems hopeless and cold
You give blessed rest and console
My body and soul again made whole.
When I feel your soft touch on my weary face
And you enfold me in your sweet embrace,
I rest in your soft and welcoming grace.
As, weary, I gaze upon setting sun,
When my body and spirit are quite undone.
You carry me away to sweet oblivion.
Without judging, you greet me
Stout seat, you complete me
My retreat—my dear, sweet settee.
So let the world maltreat me,
Deplete and defeat me.
You receive and relieve me—sweet reprieve.
So give me a day of peace unencumbered
Please ease my way to the sway of sweet slumber,
My soft chairiot of sleep—my heart’s ease.
Oh, there is nothing finer than to be in Carolina
Supine in my recliner (oh, nothing is diviner!)
For none can outshine her—my beloved recliner.
[If my legs look huge here…well, please bear in mind perspective…where things closer to you appear larger than they really are 🙂 ]