At the curb on big item pick-up day,
battered and threadbare,
sits our dingy, faded love.
Smelling of dirty socks and rancid peanut butter,
It has been re-purposed.
Now we sit in comfort,
if not in style,
watching the parade go by.
This was written in response to the visual prompt at Magpie Tales. It is also posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry. Both are great sites for readers and writers; check 'em out!
a nice place to sit and watch parade,
ReplyDeletelove your take on the prompt.
love the re-purposed idea.
ReplyDeletecreative take, well done.
"dirty socks and rancid peanut butter"? Might persuade me to remain standing... :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful-- I absolutely love: At the curb on big item pick-up day,
ReplyDeletebattered and much worse for wear,
sits our dingy, faded love.
xxxj
Smelling of dirty socks... LOL Repurposed is better than discarded.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes. We love our furniture to death, then leave it out for others to re-purpose as they will.
ReplyDeleteIt seems you are putting it to good use. Couches are always good for something... what better than a parade?
ReplyDeleteNever saw anyone that comfortable or a parade
ReplyDeleteEven has some nice shade
Although those smelly socks
May give some shocks
One of my favorite versions of the prompt that I've read so far.
ReplyDeleteHopefully without bedbugs.~Mary
ReplyDeleteI especially love the first stanza......cool poem.
ReplyDeleteHey! Hey! I loooove this one! Dirty socks and rancid peanut butter...lol.
ReplyDelete(I'd hate to take a swab down the sides of my sofa!)
Imaginative, enjoyable, response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this.....wonderful writing Mary!! :-)
ReplyDeleteAh, wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the S1 L6 in the comment you left on my blog- it's only taken me a day to work out what it meant! LOL ♥
ReplyDeleteis 're-purposed' the new speak for fired? great piece Mary
ReplyDeleteGood thinking, Mary. Sounds like one of those settee's with lots of loose change down the back.
ReplyDeleteintriguing melancholy piece.strikes deep.
ReplyDeleteThe term, 're-purposed' has a hint of hope to it.
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by and leaving your comments. I'm going to visit you all now (goody, I love this part :o)).
ReplyDeleteHello again - this is just a reminder that you could always email me direct if you spot another typo- my email appears on Napple Notes sidebar- but I don't mind being reminded in a comment, for everyone can see I'm human, as well as a blogger. LOL
ReplyDeleteEven in a wonderful garden you would care more about human faces than anything else, and lovers can be happy even if they meet in the midst of garbage...
ReplyDeleteWatching the parade of mankind ... I suspect. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteI love the Magpie . . but I think I'll give your sofa a miss!
ReplyDeletedirty socks and rancid peanut butter...ack...i might need to brush my teeth now...but i guess it may be all the style after a few days of fresh air before the parade...smiles.
ReplyDelete... our dirty, faded love...
ReplyDeleteI really liked that!
Pearl
Really loved this one. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for reading, and commenting. I appreciate it very much.
ReplyDeleteI like this very much. It works very well for me. Ticks all the boxes.
ReplyDeleteI like this...no pretensions at all !
ReplyDeleteA neatly evocative poem. Simple and effective, especially the line about the passing parade.
ReplyDeletestreet couch + parade = heaven
ReplyDeleteLove this.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
poor couch...
ReplyDeletecool picture :)
Thanks all of you. Appreciate the comments; please stop back.
ReplyDeleteA beaut Sister Bach
ReplyDeleteThanks Brother Prater xo :o)
ReplyDeleteLoved your poetic tale Mary Bach
ReplyDeleteMissed you the last few weeks.
Thanks for stopping by....G
Hi G-Man, sorry I never made it...just too disorganized with stuff outside my computer. Thanks for the complement though!
ReplyDeleteI love the ambiguity of who is sitting where; who's couch is it in the end? And who's love and comfort? Very cool! K.
ReplyDeleteThanks K!
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