Sunday, November 27, 2011

Magpie Tales #93: Useless


Little red couch
Discarded
Left at curbside
Rejected by AmVets
Too shabby
Too dirty

Little red couch
Dropped at the dump
Homely and unwanted
Useless

Little red couch
Missing cushions
A loveseat
Haven for same sex lovers
Homeless vagrants in need of rest
Stained by Jack Daniels,
Bacardi 151

Little red couch
Under the overpass
Hidden from view


This poem was inspired by Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales. Photo courtesy of Christine Donnier-Valentin. Your feedback is appreciated.

25 comments:

  1. I love it! That little read couch could be on the front porch of a house in a college town.

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  2. We donated a perfectly fine sofa (it was good enough for us) and it was rejected by AmVets...go figure...

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  3. Love that little poem. I always feel so sad when I occasionally see a piece of furniture tossed on the side on some country road. Not for the sofa, but for the environment.

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  4. we've stopped at the back curb of homes that are discarding furniture they feel is useless, now they sit lovingly in our home, terrific Magpie

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  5. Loved it! So sad and poignant!

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  6. Never did I ever think I'd find myself feeling sorry for a discorded sofa, such is the power of words. Thanks for such a moving piece Suko.

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  7. Oh, I am so sad for the little red couch :( What a great and evocative poem today, Suko. Thanks!

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  8. Little red couch

    maybe once was a ship
    carving waves to a new world.

    or a bright shiny car, that
    one day someone would sing about.

    a large fortress, it's buttresses
    a shield from dalecks, cybermen
    and other monsters.

    Maybe a trysting tree,love
    moulded into its very frame
    hands held by demure sweethearts

    forgotten now. Battles won or lost,
    monsters & cybermen retired to
    some corner of the dark, closed now.

    A fortress, worn down by love &
    time, then discarded.

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  9. It does look somewhat forlorn, tucked away out of sight, on the wrond side of the dividing line...

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  10. Oops - make that wrong side - I'm a rubbish typist!

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  11. you defined for that sofa a life...each stain earned...smiles...

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  12. Beautiful and sad shot and poem ! Thanks, Suko.

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  13. A lovely way to express the 'one man's trash...' idea.

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  14. I like this sad little poem Suko. Nicely done.

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  15. Nice poem, Suko. Sadly furniture are throwaways eventually!

    Hank

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  16. Parrish, you're a natural!

    Thank you all for the supportive comments.

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  17. Yippee, a Suko Magpie! Poor little red couch--I feel for it, which is proof of how well you tell its story. Thank you.

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  18. So much sadness in your little red couch.

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  19. Thank you for visiting my red couch piece. You are absolutely right, this image of red couch can sure evoke so many emotions (and ideas) from its viewers. We seem to be expressing a similar voice. I enjoyed reading this, and others that I have seen so far.

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  20. And the little red couch is still around! :)

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  21. i particularly like:

    Rejected by AmVets


    Stained by Jack Daniels,

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