Monday, November 28, 2011

This used to be my old sofa




Now it has become
a love narrative
something conceptual

strangely enough
it has taken on the shape
of plump lips

I find myself compelled
to take running leaps
airborne for at least a minute

before landing
between the cushions
in the crease of your smile



tk/November 2011


R.A.D. Stainforth's charming reading of this poem:
(visit his fascinating blog Black Dogs here)



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image:  Christine Donnier-Valentin

82 comments:

  1. nice...my boys have a thing for jumping on the sofa right now...like the comparison to lips...so comfortable and then diving between...

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  2. Now it is MINE!!!! Unless Brian carried it off...if he did, he'll find me between those cushions when he tries to watch Sesame Street tomorrow morning!

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  3. lips as a sofa....amazing comparison my friend....brilliant.

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  4. I love when Stainforth almost breaks into a laugh...

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  5. So lovely. I love the running leap into the lips! As a child, I jumped up and down on mine singing songs from Broadway Musicals (or working out fear of flying monkeys--Wizard of Oz.)

    K.

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  6. Tess,
    A sofa bereft,
    With only memories to
    give it worth.
    But, oh what memories it could tell
    if only its lips
    could spell.
    rel

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  7. Weaver most of my poetry is tinged with a bit of melancholy, but this particular poem is a very happy one for me...

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  8. If only its lips could spell...I love that, Rel...(oops that rhymed)

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  9. Oh, like this very much. What great imagery.


    Melanie

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  10. I love the lips too - so many memories!

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  11. Your sofa is most definitely smiling ~~~~~~~~:)

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  12. Oh, Tess, I got a happy, sexy feeling from your script. Loved it! Only you could liken a used up couch to a pair of sensual lips.

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  13. i like the use of the title as a lead in to the poem. I discovered 'Gamma Ways' doing this, but have no idea who invented it.

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  14. sweet, romantic, and fun magpie.

    love the plump lips imagery.

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  15. ah, comfortable and sweet memories :)

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  16. Sweet, Tess.
    Like the petrified jelly bean under the cushion. 8^)

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  17. Tess, you are outshining yourself!
    The image, nailed.
    The poem. A feast.
    I am in love!

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  18. Aaah. A love narrative if ever there was one. Love it.

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  19. some sofa#s are more sensual than others this one sounds a hotty ! thanks for sharing and the fab prompt x

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  20. Hard not to think of Salvador Dalí’s ‘Mae West Sofa’ when I read this. This is a good one. Enjoyed
    R.A.D. Stainforth's reading too. Even went to his blog and had a listen to some of his other recordings of your pieces. He certainly puts a lot of emotion/character into his readings.

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  21. Red hot it may be, but the wall called to me today! *smiles*

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  22. This creativity Tess is stunning. I so love this poem. My son was home this weekend and helped me eliminate half the words. :) And I think my poem reads better for it.

    Thanks for the inspiration once again!

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  23. poor old couch- all the happy times now abandoned

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  24. Jim, Stainforth is amazing...he adds a powerful element to my poetry with his excellent readings...after all, poetry is meant to be heard...

    Dali's sofa did come to mind when writing this piece, by the way.

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  25. A love affair of a different kind. Excellent.

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  26. I guess sofas can be behemoth,
    and love seats more demure.
    I see a love seat when you say
    sofa; probably because your
    wistful and playful sexuality
    is capable of turning food into
    porn, and inanimate objects
    into lusty participants. This
    piece did make me smile;
    no real sadness here, all reds,
    and pinks, burgundy and orange,
    with dashes of ochre.

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  27. Love those sofa lips! Much better than a potty mouth - haha. Sorry, another fine poem!

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  28. Love the happy images this poem and photo evoke! You've got me smiling.

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  29. love this - like lips - very cool image

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  30. i loved this, the image, your words everything..x

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  31. We do get fond of old sofas and things. I'd have have a bounce on her myself, too!

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  32. a bouncy poem for a bouncy sofa.

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  33. new sofa, old sofa, onward and forward, what adventures await?

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  34. the photo feel poignant and sad to me. with your poem though, it is turned into something magical and fun.

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  35. Love the idea of lips and a smile....my kids used to love to take running leaps to the sofa....something I both miss and do not rolled into one. Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving Tess! :-)

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  36. Really. How do you do it? Write poem after poem after poem of stunning simplicity and clarity and image? How do you do it?

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  37. Amazing poem, from the first line until the last!

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  38. What a neat take on the picture, Tess!

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  39. Thanks so much dear friends...you make sharing my poetry such a pleasure...you're the best...you really are...

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  40. Raspberry swirl lipstick ?
    or watermelon- in any case fun!
    Thanks.

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  41. I love the whimsical place that must have come from,the child within the woman speaks as loud as ever..Lovely Tess!
    Cheers!

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  42. Nice play on conceptual?

    A fine poem and metaphor Tess

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  43. I like it that is a love narrative.

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  44. "Airborn for at least a minute" is a lovely image

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  45. Words and picture in perfect harmony. Your poetry somehow makes the most complex simile into familiar territory so I end up thinking "I see where she is going with this" But you knew that ....

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  46. Lovely stuff!

    Oh what tales sofas could tell!

    Anna :o]

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  47. Who wouldn't love a poem that ends with a smile! This was simply lovely to read.

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  48. Makes me long to take a running leap - it's been years. This one made me smile today :)

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  49. Aww, I like this:
    "between the cushions
    in the crease of your smile"

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  50. Great poem. But lots of folk have laid claim to the sofa!

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  52. What a bouncy lovely image
    in both words and pictures.....

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  53. Lively, engaging, entertaining...

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  54. Love it!!! This is one happy sofa! I had fun reading this; your wording is simply spot-on!

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  55. Love this...the shape of plump lips..landing in the crease of your smile...so creative!!

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  56. Great imagination..and so romantic too! Those lips....

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  57. Dear Tess: Harkens back to the day! Compelling!

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  58. A soft place to land is always a good thing.

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  59. Jumping on the sofa, leaping into lips/smile. Lovely and fun. Thank you.

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  60. Plump lips! But of course it looks like that. So great.

    I loved this prompt, Tess, and I also love your new profile pic.

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  61. Enjoyed your take on the poem. Lips.. hmm. now who'd have thought of that? :)

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  62. so glad to stop by and enjoy the ride... ".. i find myself compelled... running leaps... airborne.. at least a minute..." yeah, that's how i wanna live my life... a most beautiful tribute to the abandoned couch... miss pie

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  63. I could just see your running and jumping. Brought a big smile to my own lips. Clever and sweet.

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  64. Ah, yes! I thought of Dali's Mae West lips sofa...

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  65. This as they say is moreish. I want to keep reading it again for no other reason than to enjoy again what I enjoyed the first time - like good chocolate.

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  66. This is very good. It reminded me of Dali's sensual red lips displayed in the Theatre Museum at Figueres.

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