Open Poetry #49 |
Green Velvet Couch |
wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
On the green velvet couch with languid wrist draped over swollen eyes and the other lies on my waist keeping time with the beat of the ceiling fan, as I lay beneath the cooling breeze. Once again and twice too many I consider the tidal wave of spilt milk on the kitchen floor. If it were heavy cream would I trouble myself to clean it up? Is it useful, even to wonder, as the flow slowly laps and tides throughout the house? I suppose I should at least pick up those glittering shards of time and perhaps move on, if only I could get off the green velvet couch. Ink runs from the corners of my mouth |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Oh, how I can relate to this one! I love this! Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhh . . . Sounds like the good old summertime blues in the spring. ~*~ Less depends on the size of the dog in a fight than the size of the fight in the dog. ~*~ |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
Oozes lethargy and creates such vivid images. There's always the thought of maybe shaking off that feeling of indifference, that we all know so well, and moving on. But getting off the green velvet couch can take some doing at times. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Relate to this one, wordancer. It's hard to get up with age sitting on me. Ida |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
oops, a belated thanks for reading my words and letting me knowing that you got it... 'that not be able to just get up' and tackle ... anything. |
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