Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
weathered
it toppled over- I placed it against the wall that redness enhanced by drabness which hides a story or two I investigate for clues
There is no way one's mind does not go into overdrive when confronting an image such as this. I loved your extra line indicating a previous connection with the red couch.
Your last lines always leave me with such a lasting feeling or thought..not quite explained but explaining the words before..if that makes sense..perfect story telling..Jae
Dear gautami: Feeling this "drabness" that cries "for clues" yet love of the past stays near and dear "who hid you away from me?". How we hang onto love at all costs, even attachements associated with love, of life.
29 comments:
simple and beautiful.
:)
it surely has a few stories between the cushions...
Beautiful and apt.
I do think that couch has many stories to share... if one is willing to sit upon its cushion-less seat!
That was so lovely.
Another gem!
Nice investigate on possible tales in it.
well done.
Another beautifully written Sunday 160. Thanks for playing.
That red couch is a bright spot, as is the poem about it.
There is no way one's mind does not go into overdrive when confronting an image such as this. I loved your extra line indicating a previous connection with the red couch.
very nice! I, too, want to hear those stories... :)
Yes stories please!
Yes, tell us more stories!
A beautiful little work, and a pleasure to ponder.
The shortest epic poem on earth
lovely secrets
You're bound to find some answers in the creases of the fabric.
Lovely.
Anna :o]
Your last lines always leave me with such a lasting feeling or thought..not quite explained but explaining the words before..if that makes sense..perfect story telling..Jae
I'm sure it has a story or two...even three...
Ingenious Magpie.
"Redness enhanced by drabness." That really sums it up.
Clues abound...nicely done!
Dear gautami: Feeling this "drabness" that cries "for clues" yet love of the past stays near and dear "who hid you away from me?". How we hang onto love at all costs, even attachements associated with love, of life.
Well done and lovely!
A fine, enigmatic piece...
im lovin this red couch with its finely spun color
Charming, clever, compelling and beautiful. All that in 5 lines. Miraculous!
An interesting and clever approach to the forlorn couch.
so many hidden stories in so many abandoned sofas
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