Your Patterned Couch

I am feeling lonely and poetry always helps with my loneliness.

You sit there on your patterned couch

With the people you love enough to make

A steamy cup of coffee that you bought

And you poured for them.

I see your socks but not your face and

I see the little people in your polished picture frames

Illuminated by the subtle glow of your

Chandelier.

I can't see your face but I can see the smiles of

The little people laughing to the sound of

Happiness from the moment in which

The photo was taken.

I miss your face

So much so

That I carve your features into my ceiling

And into trees and canvases.

I don’t recognize rainy afternoons

Or warm nights by the fire

Or my own body without you,

Touching it.

I often look at your patterned couch

In the mornings when

It is glowing with the glare of your

Crystalised chandelier slowly swaying

On your ceiling.

The young people in your photographs

Smiling

The old people

Stately

Your family has been travelling

Lately

You never see them.  

I see you being lonely,

Sitting on your ugly patterned couch,

Crying for your loved ones,

Aching for some comfort

Because your patterned couch

Is worn out and dying.

You relate to your patterned couch.

Reviews

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Very nice observation of one person. Through your eyes and through your heart. Words have symbolic of fall and hope. You create nice piece . I mean I personaly like it.

[Harriet Rose]

I wrote this poem about one of my neighbours that stayed up until 5am every morning on his couch in his front lounge. On sleepless nights I often watched him (sounds creepy but he's an intriguing man), he disappeared a few months back due to a stroke. He now lives in a care home in the next town over, I miss the mornings where he was reading his books. Thank you for your kind review, I'm glad you like my poem:)

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Yes it s great poem Sometimes watch someone can make us calm. I like watch animals at nature they are so quiet and beautiful. And your poem is beautiful too.