Finally, I join Magpie Tales, one of my favorite sites, hosted by the fabulous poet Tess Kincaid. Go here to read more poems inspired by the photo or to join the fun.
WAITING ROOM
Like the skin I'm in,
You're for waiting,
Though weighty days
Sap your springs
And cause your back to sag.
It all comes back to waiting,
Though waiting seems eternal
And your living room now
Couches only this:
You never know the hour
Or the day
You'll slip your cover,
Eternally sprung away.
I like your word play, Karen. This spare poem is lively with it.
ReplyDeleteWhat all couches want to do -- spring away. Well done.
ReplyDeleteGloomy, but fun! LOL
ReplyDeleteLiked that. Dark, but with a lightness to the lines.
ReplyDeletebeautiful word play.
ReplyDeletesmiles....well penned...i think imay have slipped my cover already and sprung...some days at least...
ReplyDeleteI love this play on words:
ReplyDeleteAnd your living room now
Couches only this:
Really nice "Magpie", Karen.
Yowsah! Welcome to the Magpie!
ReplyDeleteReally love the clever word play here..we who wait...also serve!!
ReplyDeleteOne day I will be on the curb and the big open truck with the claw will come and then all that will be left of me is the comfort I once was able to give. And in that I will return to the place of couches and continue the circle.
ReplyDeleteI love how you use language - what you say SEEMS simple, but it's far from simple. Excellent!
ReplyDeleteCouldn't agree more with 'The Bug' (Never thought I say that :D).
ReplyDelete"Though weighty days
Sap your springs
And cause your back to sag."
'Waiting' can be really haunting. Had missed this place.
Love your play on words - excellent!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
great pun at the end
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