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Comfort Zone.

Wednesday 1st July 2009 10:55 pm

Pillows plump and shaped for comfort,

my legs extended to the floor. A raised

arm reveals a pocket full of secrets.

My days are filled with the scent

of him and i wish for a rhythmic motion.

A gentle sway or to rock and roll

the night away with him in leisure time.

I know he adores me and my life

depends solely on him. I wonder

when my appearance deteriorates

and my style and flair's diminished,

will he let me stay around for old time's

sake, or discard me without a care?

After everything's been said and the

work's all done, i am only

his favourite chair.

◄ Syllabic Nightmare.

The Healer ►

Comments

Chris Dawson

Mon 20th Jul 2009 09:36

Liked this Janet, good work.
Cx

Andy N

Tue 14th Jul 2009 16:32

Love the twist, Janet - I took it the other way that everybody else did I think in the sense of it is a bad relationship.. Loved it still!

sian howell

Sun 12th Jul 2009 13:36

It is a fact that sometimes we are judged by our appearance and looks and when those fade it is sometimes accepted that we are just not worthy enough and should expect to be discarded. Generally this unfortunately applies to women and of course is unfair ...but there you are. Happened to a friend of mine recently actually and it was all rather unpleasant. 'traded her in' for a younger model. Not nice. Great subject well written. Sian X

Jon

Mon 6th Jul 2009 16:34

Like this Janet!;tender and a little sad as well !

Val Cook

Mon 6th Jul 2009 15:33

My dad had a chair like this Janet. Tatty old thing ended up in his shed.:-)

Dave Bradley

Sun 5th Jul 2009 12:42

Hi Janet

I like this one on a second read, it creates a picture in the mind of a well-loved old chair and the warmth and memories around it. Thanks for your own comment on mine

Dave

Isobel

Sun 5th Jul 2009 09:37

A thoughtful and though provoking poem Janet. Sorry but we really can't be talking armchairs here chaps. No one can be complacent about love and I'm sure even in the hardiest of relationships lovers must wonder how the ravages of time will take their toll. I like this poem Janet.

Jeff Dawson

Sun 5th Jul 2009 08:52

Hi Janet, very clever, I thought you was having a saucy moment again, not that theres anything wrong with that!!

No I didn't see the twist coming, like Steve I never do or try to! Lovely lines, (may have changed the word leisure for 'my' but only a thought) great stuff see you soon Jeff XX

Freda Davis

Sat 4th Jul 2009 22:26

I was reading some Anglo Saxon riddles the other day, Janet, and this reminded me strongly of them. Great poem.

Steve Regan

Thu 2nd Jul 2009 11:55

Nice one, Janet. I didn't see the twist at the end coming, but then again, I hardly ever see twists at the end. My brain just isn't wired that way.

owen calvert

Wed 1st Jul 2009 23:19

nicely done janet; love the way the second stanza starts; changes the poem's direction. fantastic ending too. class.

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