Sunday, November 27, 2011

A home for two.


Here,
Surrounded by slimy walls,
And gravelly asphalt journey-trails
Made up of my aspirations;
The highway made up of where I came from
And where I'm going:
I sit patiently.
Here,
Amidst the hustle and bustle
Of a thousand groaning nobody's
I sit patiently.
I watch the hours, the days,
The very months tick by
Without so much as a pseudo-throat clearing.
I count the cracks in the sidewalk
And the bricks in the dilapidated cardboard houses
Across my vision,
All the while waiting patiently
For you.
For this is a loveseat,
Made for two,
Stained with the bloody tears of my cries
For you.
I will wait on, as the days wax long
Until the moment of anticipation becomes the present
And you sit in this loveseat that I call
Home.

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19 comments:

  1. You had me at pseudo-throat clearing...

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  2. Anything less like a loveseat than this dilapidated sofa, I find it hard to imagine...:)

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  3. until anticipation becomes the present...sometimes it is best to wait for that moment..i like all the textures you use to bring the surroundings alive

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  4. 'anticipation becomes the present' (magic words!)

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  5. Really nice mag! Favorite line: "Until the moment of anticipation becomes the present"

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  6. awww the loveseat! Very nice but sad.

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  7. aww... so sad. I hope the wait ends soon.

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  8. nice..already commented so i will just say great to see you at OLN...smiles.

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  9. great reminder, hopefully, the sadness will go away soon.

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  10. Oh, the sadness has gone away, I have a special someone sharing my loveseat! :)

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  11. ..loveseat that I call
    Home... warm ending that leaves me with a deeeeeep sigh..and the waiting, the hoping from the lines before..sometimes under difficult circumstances makes it even feel warmer..

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  12. Fine metaphor for that time (never as long as it seems) when the right person comes along. Still there's a trick to the invitation when he/she does. But that the time of music, when memories are carved deep into the fabric of a person and not even Alzheimers can dim them. Those are indeed the "best of times". Well done.

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  13. Hmmmm, and how did those walls get so slimy? Kidding! This was superb. Stay patient amid the hustle and bustle. Your love seat will be filled. So if a thousand nobodies groan and there's no one there to here it, does it make a sound?

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  14. Reminds me of my take on this photo prompt. I guess the red couch is cozy enough to call home.

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  15. oh wow.
    wow.


    maybe it was YOU i saw, in mine.
    :o

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  16. good study of the space in which the sofa sits

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