new furniture

last of the death poems collection.

new furniture

this cold couch pushed against the wall is too young
to know who I am, how many nights I have roamed
in the abandonment of hallways and time machines
it does not hold you dying, quietly, unto yourself..
it knows nothing of my days of resurrecting love,
the final failures in a rainy night of ambulances.
this table never held our drinks or knew the slam
of anger or hilarity, a place to place pills for dividing
into the hopeful magic that would erase
all those years of bodily abuse.
this lamp never knew your face in its' light, has not shone
on the hopeful or helpless human desires, has not watched
in the small circles of light, spilling beneath it,
how fast eyes can shut, a record with the needle lifted
too abruptly, spinning on and on in silence.

Reviews

[James Paulin]

Comfort is temporary as wear and tear take their toll. This poem speaks of sadness and loss with the melody of a lament. The beauty is the first line, the title which sets the note of beginning again with circumstances uncertain but with time become familiar. I enjoyed the way the theme was scripted and the haunting termination.

[LostInThought ♥]

Wow! This is soo.... I don't know how to discribe it... I don't mean that in a bad way. Not at all. I thought it was amazing. I want to call it beautiful, but it is such a sad poem it just doesn't feel right. It flowed very well, there weren't parts where I had to reread it over, it was very easy to read! Thank you for sharing! Great job!

Would you mind reviewing mine?

[cest la vie]

Oh Phibby,
not sure how I found beauty in this sorrow but I did. I too had to buy new furniture. Not quite sure it helped as I missed the old, but it is what was needed. You did a wonderful job with this. Just wonderful:-)

[Tracie Skarbo]

This is such a painful piece. I feel the hole in your soul seeping from your words. I wonder if you have found solace with the new furniture, if it gives you freedom from the death mask that sometimes haunts you? I hope your days are brighter now...Excellent job.

[LJW]

Extremely touching and very telling; how we as humans hold memories close to inanimate objects. It is good to get new furniture, new memories.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very intriguing metaphors, I look at this creative piece to see how we can become very comfortable with someone and still never truly know them... very nice writing.

[Jada]

nice juxtaposition, the couch which many see as a comfort transformed into an object of alienation.

[W.k.kortas]

What are our tables, our lamps, our LPs (all scratched, slightly warped, charmingly anachronistic) but mere things, cold possessions? This is the perfect marriage of beauty and magic.

[Ed Hart]

not only do you do this unendingly well, your well is unending...you open the cabinets and the doors and look outside, and where your eye alights, there is a poem...