Tuesday, April 5, 2011

living room






it's a leather couch day
i mean i feel like one - cracked
over time with use; moved from place to place
throughout the anomalous room
called (living) - years beneath a window here, up against
a wall there, jumped on, leaned on - cried on and sought
as comfort on nights without loving

no amount
of conditioning creams and lotions
can reseal these lines
only capable of bringing a momentary shine under good lighting
under the watchful eye
of a family that still believes
there is some life in me; a new set
of throw pillows, a shawl around my shoulders (covers a lot of times sins)

i do admit to
holding a subconscious fear
of reestablishment
into a new corner - new looks
with any living room left usually means excessive entertaining
until apt tedium sets
again well in, but

also i realize
that any life changing repositioning, has
always allowed
(grateful) to be seen sitting on mantel; with photos
that span a lifetime
of memories, continuing to breathe softly beneath
this scuffed up skin, regenerating
a familiar longing - for touch, for comfort, for comforting
of all those i have been able to hold as dear
over the years, and share a room called
(living)


bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

Posted for One Shot Wednesday...Where Poets, Writers and Artists Meet

43 comments:

  1. Beautiful and poignant words. That room called living holds many emotions.

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  2. Modern decorative furniture has little character IMO, and also can seem drastically out of place in one's study. Excellent how you extend the metaphor, bkm. Creative piece; enjoy it very much.

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  3. love the way you joined so many feelings/emotions with a simple leather couch... brilliant!

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  4. I love this, bkm....and you spoke to something current in me....I have an old Naugahyde wing chair, the first purchase of my first marriage...in even worse shape than your couch...but I have kept this for all these years, and you have shown light on my reasons even when I didn't know.

    Lovely and evocative poem.

    Lady Nyo

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  5. hmm love the feeling you have given this couch - so like the elderly woman relegated to the nursing home. Lotions won't take the pallor away...

    thanks for the One Shot

    Moonie

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  6. Love, love this. I too think of the things I co-habit with as animated beings. Your metaphor is as real as a Disney movie, and as powerful as any. In this room called living...well done!

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  7. your writing bruises me a little...i read your poem last week and was so deeply moved...you have a wonderful way of reaching our cores...realizing what matters in our existence as opposed to what does not...i see you as the red leather couch in the photo...all the moments that have come and gone throughout your life and how people have sought refuge on that leather couch...how the couch has offered comfort to so many others, showing the wear and tear of what you've given ...what a gifted writer you are...in awe here...

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  8. Loved this, my furniture is all old, and there's a part of me that loves it because it's familiar, I suppose I don't embrace change all that well, and these older pieces have a sort of life memory, you know like where your kids played and where you fed them when they were babies, and that stain is etc...rooms were made for memories, and you bought that to life for us all to enjoy here. Thanks

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  9. What a wonderful metaphor, love the 'scuffed up skin', some lovely midline/slant rhymes too.

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  10. I've a spent some time in that room, a piece of furniture, yet there's something comforting about being that first place anyone goes when they need to rest. Lovely piece, barbara, (and the blog looks good too.)

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  11. Beautiful...so heartfelt and one can relate...

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  12. beautiful...we change, we soften, we crack, we break, we heal, we learn to love ourselves again.

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  13. that last line is just lovely...i rather love a well worn chari than a new one in a room in which i am truly living...

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  14. Wow...this is probably my favourite. I'm going to read it again, and again!

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  15. What an apt metaphor, the life and the life of a house's central room. I'd say you were at that center of that family, too, and have been the one arranging it an rearranging it over the years. (Perogative of the nester.) And the metaphor is excellent to talk about aging, the well-loved, well-lived-in-room taking on a saturate of comfort and security which is so much under the foundations of the nester (the nest-maker). I love our living room, after all these years. I love my wife, too. - Brendan

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  16. This is a comfy poetic metaphor.

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  17. Very poignant. I so relate to "under the watchful eye of a family that still believes there is some life in me" and the "lifetime of memories". The last four lines especially are wicked good - they really hit home. Great writing, from a heartfelt place.

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  18. Love the last line...poignant...lovely!

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  19. The metaphor and message in this is amazing Bkm!!This is a powerful and beautiful poem that all the living can appreciate!! :-)

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  20. Beautiful, especially thought-provoking ending.

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  21. This is a perfect metaphor. Somedays I do feel like that leather couch: wrinkles, scars, scuffs and that feeling of being moved here and there. Gotta confess, I wish I'd written this one, Barbara.

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  22. So many true statements to lounge around on. The room really lives well with a piece like that and words to put it in context.

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  23. Creative, beautiful piece, Barb.
    "i have been able to hold as dear
    over the years, and share a room called
    (living)"

    Pamela

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  24. cracked
    over time with use; moved from place to place
    throughout the anomalous room
    called (living)

    Ah yes, I now realize why I have a leather couch and love seat in my anonymous (yes, anonymous) room...so easily I can blend and no one knows I am still alive...

    Your thoughts, your way with words, your understanding of the human condition are all pieced together again, beautifully and with such understanding.

    I love the photos you use to illustrate your point...always quality, like a leather couch that has withstood the hands of time...and somehow looks better after the weathering.

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  25. I'm feeling a ittle like a worn out couch myself today.

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  26. I wish I had the time to answer each one of you personally...I so appreciate your comments and words...and am working to get back and return the kindness of your visit...thank you..bkm

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  27. It sits there, its leather cracking and crinkling, wanting and not wanting change, content but discontented. Good poem, B.K.

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  28. Lovely, bkm. The very fact of that worn leather couch in today's living room speaks of the great love invested in it. You and the couch are fortunate indeed.

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  29. i truly enjoyed reading this bkm...your thoughts flowed effortlessly...non confirming in its character of poetry prose...all good...very very neat ...

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  30. Amazingly written Barbie!!

    Seemed an entire lifetime was lived in that room called (living)..
    Very vivid images with shades of reality put up all around..

    Kudos..
    Hugs xox

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  31. A well-worn, well-loved leather couch is more beautiful and more comfortable than any brand-new piece could ever be.

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  32. ooh i like this...a great use of metaphor here loved the opening stanza..to compare your skin to the worn leather couch no...i still believe you will always be softer if your words are anything to go on

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  33. I really loved this. Such a wonderful metaphor... it made me smile, it made me nod my head in understanding. Here are some of my favorite lines:

    "moved from place to place
    throughout the anomalous room
    called (living) - years beneath a window here, up against
    a wall there, jumped on, leaned on - cried on and sought
    as comfort on nights without loving"

    "no amount
    of conditioning creams and lotions
    can reseal these lines
    only capable of bringing a momentary shine under good lighting"

    (boy do I get that one ; )

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  34. A comfortable old friend of a couch! Lovely comparison of living room with life.

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  35. I suppose we do become the couch in so many ways... I just got new ones! No more cracks! I gave the lovely 20-year-old set to my daughter. :)

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  36. You really managed to bring the story of the couch out in the poem as a methaphor

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  37. Nice metaphor. Who knew so much could be said about a couch?

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  38. Wonderfully constructed metaphor. Lot's of insightful nuggets for the reader to extract. Thoroughly enjoyed. Vb

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  39. Love the sheer honesty of the voice, the truth in every line, the metaphor used! Excellent structure, evocative lines, too! Thanks for sharing it!

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  40. I marvel at the way you use language. You are incredibly creative, and I appreciate the different style and perspective you provide through your work. Another brilliant piece :)

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  41. what's really emotive here is sharing a room/anomalous room called (living)... the fact that (living) is in parenthesis is almost heartbreaking. The power of punctuation, huh? Used superbly.

    Luke x

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  42. you truly brought the couch to life...so much so I sometimes forgot it was a couch. lovely!

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