Couch

Couch

A Poem by katnisscat

Couch
It wasn't special.

It's cushions are cracked by an overweight man spending long, countless hours on it, moving.

The fabric on it's legs were torn beyond repair by the old woman's' 3 cats.

The leather that used to be gleaming was now dull from the several years it spent in goodwill.

The springs were pushing through the bottom by a many kids bouncing on it and yelling "The floor is lava!"

Or course, it was stained in more than one place by the new puppy.

It wasn't very special.
But now it is.

© 2014 katnisscat


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The simplicity of this piece is where it shines the most, allowing for the easy telling of the lifetime of a couch and how it became special. How what was originally nothing but a manufactured piece of furniture became special through human emotions and memories. Well portrayed.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on November 24, 2014
Last Updated on November 26, 2014
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