It’s late November,
Ice knits along the cold ground,
A bandage on summer’s wounds,
A red sofa is deserted on street,
in sheer isolation,
Refusing to give up its value,
The red seat a squint of anticipation,
I touch the soft cushion,
Knowing that
It must have equipped with sweating passion,
This is the moment when nobody seems to care,
As the chair sits there,
attracting aliens’ curious eyes from everywhere.
53 comments:
Beautiful... especially:
A bandage on summer’s wounds
cool poem loved the flow of it x
I can imagine that. Excellent.
Ice knits along the cold ground,
A bandage on summer’s wounds,
really liked that!
A beautiful take on the prompt! I loved: Ice knits along the cold ground,
A bandage on summer’s wounds,
A red sofa is deserted on street,
in sheer isolation... xj
Abandoned, seen but ignored by the multitude:
the leper.
rel
This is a wonderful piece. I love, "Ice knits along the cold ground."
I love the sweating passion and squint of anticipation. Lovely poem ~
Lovely.
you make this almost surreal.
the recalcitrant red sofa! to hell with everyone!
pride, dignity, worthiness.
good poem.
I love the knitting and the bandage on summers wounds! Nice use of poetic device! I truly love this! Nice work!
Kellie
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/01/11/trees-outside-my-window/
You had me with those opening lines straight away. Very strong images, haunting feel.
interesting take on pic and theme :) hmmm summer has no wounds in my mind however, just heat, lots of it lol, I live in FL :-p lol
my gooseberry entry: http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/11/24/your-asogwe/
Wonderful poem. Very vivid wording.
Very enjoyable and well written. This one is sad for me.
Sadly that befits old furniture, too bulky to keep and ends up on the street.
Hank
Nice work, great poem
I like the way you weave the weather and the sofa together with emotions
"...attracting aliens’ curious eyes from everywhere." is an eerie thought.
I love the "... bandage on summer's wounds" too. Lovely write.
Anna :o]
I feel the short, red nap under my hand. thanks.
I love the image of knit ice...
Love your description of November and how it relates to that red sofa!!!
Most sofas have a story to tell. This one is cool.
"Refusing to give up its value" ... I really like this line and the connection that can be drawn between the sofa and people.
Love, love, loved it!! :) That picture is incredible too. Blessings, Terri
Good response to a challenging prompt...
nice...a bandage on summers wounds is a very nice turn of phrase for this time of year...
A few have made ref to the line,
"A bandage on summers wounds" but for me, the line,
"Refusing to give up its value" is the real powerhouse.
Loved this piece, glad I stumbled across it.
Good write. I particularly like the lines: "Ice knits along the cold ground,
A bandage on summer’s wounds,
"As the chair sits there,
attracting aliens’ curious eyes from everywhere."
-cause for most traffic jams
...a bandage on summer's wounds....so many wonderful lines in this! :-)
"The red seat a squint of anticipation"
One of the many great lines ... great job!
I loved "refusing to give up its value". People are so quick to devalue things they no longer find immediately useful.
Dear The Cello Strings: "refuses to give up its value" seems we all do that! "equipped with sweating passion" and "nobody seems to care". Well-stated and "ice knits the cold ground"...magnificent!
The image of the red couch is so strong in my head,
beautiful words, lingering and romantic, but sort of somber.
lukewater
A very good take on the prompt. K.
Oh, my this has value--such beautiful imagery: knitted ice, bandage on summer's wounds, squint of anticipation and on and on and on. Thank you.
Well, I was intrigued by the title. Am I the only one in the world who doesn't know the term "Magpie Tales"?
I Googled it quickly but could not find a definition.
I really like the poem, giving so much history and life to an abandoned couch.
mmm.... the observation of those observing... vivid somehow oh so much more letters could say...
Uniquely beautiful imagery. I see the ice knitting...
Your words made me even more curious to know the sofa's story.
Lovely Magpie!
Ice knits along the cold ground,
A bandage on summer’s wounds,
The first of these two lines took hold of me, produced a score of images, but to follow it with the bandage on summer wounds, was just staggering. These two lines alone would have made the poem memorable. The rest, by comparison, was merely brilliant.
Very deep and expressive.
"Ice knits along the cold ground" - stunning!
Like this one very much. you're doing some rocking out too. Love the "..A bandage on summer's wounds" Not only visual but visceral. I might have to steal that one. wink... jeanne
I love the line "ice knits along the cold ground." Beautiful.
Good one! I am particularly drawn to the lines, 'Refusing to give up its value,/ The red seat a squint of anticipation,'
I love everything about this piece. Wonderfully written.
Ice knits along the cold ground, and a bandage on summer wounds; explicitly WOW! Much talent here and very well articulated with the written word. Beautiful imagery. I will visit often.
aren't the cushions missing?
I felt a similar pang of sadness when I saw that someone had dumped a bag of soft toys next to the garbage bins. I wanted to cuddle the big teddy bear but my boyfriend said, eww...don't touch it!
All those memories...thrown out with the garbage.
Well done.
Loved it. Wonderful use of imagery and metaphors.
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