Monday, November 28, 2011

Waiting Room




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.





14 comments:

  1. I like your word play, Karen. This spare poem is lively with it.

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  2. What all couches want to do -- spring away. Well done.

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  3. Liked that. Dark, but with a lightness to the lines.

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  4. smiles....well penned...i think imay have slipped my cover already and sprung...some days at least...

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  5. I love this play on words:

    And your living room now
    Couches only this:

    Really nice "Magpie", Karen.

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  6. Really love the clever word play here..we who wait...also serve!!

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  7. One 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.

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  8. I love how you use language - what you say SEEMS simple, but it's far from simple. Excellent!

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  9. Couldn't agree more with 'The Bug' (Never thought I say that :D).

    "Though weighty days
    Sap your springs

    And cause your back to sag."

    'Waiting' can be really haunting. Had missed this place.

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  10. Love your play on words - excellent!

    Anna :o]

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