No Hope

This is his future

Alone and misunderstood

The fate of many

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About Olga

I have always had an affinity for artistic endeavors and the beauties of nature. The power of the word combined with photography have become my creative spark.
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15 Responses to No Hope

  1. J Lapis says:

    This has a terrible feel of despair.

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  2. At least it has a cushion on it!!

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  3. suchled says:

    What the earth you talkin’ ’bout lady? That’s a Captain’s chair and I have one and I’m 72 and I ain’t dead yet. (PS I quite like your blog.)
    If you want an old man’s story check out http://wp.me/p6LpSr-k just for fun.

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    • Olga says:

      I’m glad you’re still “kicking around” with your chair. Wish you many more years of longevity and joy in life. Thanks for the link. I’ll check it out.

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  4. Walking My Path: Mindful Wanderings in Nature says:

    Sad haiku.

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  5. Oh Olga, how very sad, even more so as it is so very often true.

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  6. Jay says:

    Jeez, I feel like I should recommend a good counsellor for the chair.

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  7. I love chairs. They always tell a story – style and placement are clues. I think yours is sad, with its forlorn haiku. I saw a painting once by an Australian artist Stella Bowen of her departed husband’s chair at the window – such huge emptiness.

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