Sunday, November 27, 2011

A Comfy Magpie



Poor, White, and Alright

Random red loveseat
sitting on a curb
in this distant, cold
city to which I ran...
away from the hunter
who stalked my nights...
away from the family
that could only see
Preacher Friday
when they looked at me...
away from you, too,
dear brother of mine.
I had to find myself,
be myself...sit alone
in the office chair
of my life.
That does not mean
I do not long for one
last night of sharing
the old sofa we put
out on granny's porch...
smoking and sipping and
annoying the neighbors
with rock and/or roll
and lots and lots
of laughter.



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16 comments:

The Bug said...

I love this! Sofa on the porch - ah memories...

Tess Kincaid said...

Sometimes running is the right thing to do...

Carolina Linthead said...

Indeed...thanks, Tess!

Bruce Taylor, a.k.a. Catalyst said...

We have all run. From whatever. But run we did. Still, we can't stop looking back.

Berowne said...

"Annoying the neighbors with rock and/or roll."
Clever; enjoyable...

Kat Mortensen said...

I love those lines: out on granny's porch ... smoking and sipping... Nice.

Kay said...

rock'n roll on the porch...loved it.x

Brian Miller said...

you know there are moments we all need to get away for a bit from the expectations and pressures of life...and this might be the place...

NCmountainwoman said...

An important thing about running away is looking back. You can't find out who you are until you understand who you have been.

ellen abbott said...

we all need to run away to know who we are.

thingy said...

Oh, this is a heart tugger. Sigh... : )

Lydia said...

Poignant and beautiful. I just reconnected, via email, with my sis after a year's silence between us. Those we grew up with are pretty darned precious.

Glenn Buttkus said...

One of your best, sir, for it sings
and zings at the same time; lots
of heart in it, tinged with the
dissonance of pain and joy
intermingled, for he fled until
his soul ached with the running;
terrific take on the prompt.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Liked your line /sit alone in
the office chair of my life/
and I guess even without the
flight, the escape, the adventure,
we all find ourselves in that
chair alone, reaching out for
verification, justification, affection
and meaning.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Love it!

Anna :o]

zongrik said...

office chair
of my life.

-> evokes many ideas and images