Friday, November 2, 2012

55 - bAngRumblEsqWEeee

caged window, Bedford, VA

a sofa sits the curb
missing one leg
& even with weight,
rocks in the wind
cushions,
             dew wet,
        stained
& arm odd-angled

NOT FOR SALE, all change
gone from its creases---grass
greener on the other side, leaves
gather in mass
then move on

sqWEeebAngRumblE

in the distance,
the trash truck
announces

its coming

Tell a story in 55 words. Give it a try, or just read more, go see g-man.





61 comments:

kaykuala said...

No.#1

Hank

Anonymous said...

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kaykuala said...

It must have seen better days. But an undignified exit on its 'demise' is sad. It could have been sent direct to the dumps instead of languishing waiting for the truck. Nicely Brian!

Hank

Akelamalu said...

I bet someone could make use of that old sofa!

Good one Brian.

Monkey said...

I, like that old sofa sometimes feel past my prime...

another great one miller :)

Dave King said...

This works for me -- a snatch of some reality and room for the reader's imagination to work as well. As always, you weave a pretty spell.

G-Man said...

What grinds me at times is when I see a trashy couch at the curb, and it's way nicer than the one in my house!!!
Loved your observational 55 Son
Thanks for playing today, and thanks for your support, have a Kick Ass Week-End

farawayinthesunshine said...

One person's old treasure is another person's trash...Is that how the saying goes? ;-)

Well done in 55 words, Brian

DJan said...

Bye bye, old sofa. I hear the Trash Man coming, too! Well told, Brian!

magiceye said...

Was like watching a short film! Lovely!

Grace said...

Nice painting of the old sofa waiting for the garbage truck...I do like the bit of the grass greener on the other side ~

Happy Friday Brian ~

Pat Hatt said...

Sure plenty of stories it could tell
When it didn't look like hell
Now though to the trash it goes
Where all many a thing flows

missing moments said...

Oh the stories that old sofa could tell! Makes one wonder. Have a great weekend, Brian.

Laurie Kolp said...

All the change gone, love that and also the vividness, sounds of garbage truck. There is so much more to this poem than meets the eye...

Jan Mader said...

Someone WILL make use of that sofa. You have such a way with words....

Tara Miller said...

Reminds me of the sights and sounds from college. Many sofas sitting the curb...and nasty.

Susan said...

No people in this poem! Well, not counting the narrator. Even waiting for that noisy Grim Reaper, though, methinks the couch has dignity.

Claudia said...

this may sound really weird..but i feel so sad for that sofa...if "things" get replaced cause they don't work properly any more or just because something else seems nicer...

Other Mary said...

You say more than you say...another good one Brain. I like the onomatopoeia of a title too.

Shadow said...

now you've got me feeling sorry for a couch?!?!?!? well done, Brian!

Sam!! said...

U know the art to play with words...well done!! :))

Smiles!

Sam..

Geraldine said...

I always wonder about furniture on the streets, why it's there, what stories it could tell. ;<) thanks for sharing your world Brian.

Happy Friday, G

dsnake1 said...

great imagery. you made me feel sorry for that sofa. :)

ReBelle said...

I have seen this picture so many times but will never regard discarded furniture the same as before. Thank you!

Stephanie said...

Now I feel sad for the sofa :( lol

Steve E said...

Thank you very much!
Sincerely,
--Your Trash Man

(Hey there's that noise again. wonder what's causing it?)
bAngRumblEsqWEeee

Anne said...

I feel a little melancholy when reading this Brian. Taking the spilt change from the sofa, imagining the time spent in comfort sitting on it and then the end of it's purpose. I'm getting on in years and am seeing myself sitting on the curbside, worn used and of no longer of use.

Olivia said...

oh well, I hope they are re-worked upon! Lay a brick (or two) under the missing leg... that shall do!

Weekend hugs xoxo

Daniel said...

Oh the butts that it saw in its day (smiles).

Annmarie Pipa said...

oh you have to start reading more mom blogs. they do miracles with things they find on curbs.

Daydreamertoo said...

I wonder what stories they could tell too. ;)

^.^ said...

I have a sofa like that on the front porch of my old house ... and , boy, does it ever have a history ... not PG13 ... last summer my husband and a friend where sitting on it ... having a man to man talk ... so much that their fried potatoes in the kitchen burned to a crisp ... one more story of our beloved porch sofa ...

Ann (bunnygirl) said...

Funny thing is that the sofa was once new, and someone was proud to show it off. Just shows what can happen.

Raven said...

We all outlive our usefulness. ;)

hope said...

Bye bye old couch. Hope you had a good life. :O

Gloria said...

Ah Brian I love old sofas! And tha male me thonk how old can be a sofa?
Mine have mote than 10 years I think lol

Secret Agent Woman said...

Too bad someone didn't see it in time to scavenge it.

RMP said...

I want to know, did you actually check all the nooks and crannies change? Loved the sound of the garbage truck.

Cheryl said...

Nice write Brian.

Teri said...

Not for sale, huh? Too bad...someone could have used it for some kind of art project or something. Reuse, recycle, repeat.

otin said...

That couch sounds like me. old and worn out.

Mama Zen said...

Nicely done!

Jen said...

I've never felt so bad about a sofa being discarded. I know it has no feelings, but I'm still sad for it.

Cloudia said...

you wring meaning from discards!

Say, I just wised up and added you to my blogroll. . . no brainer (literally in my case :-)



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hedgewitch said...

Every picture tells a story, like the old song says. And 55 little words go a long way here.

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

"sqWEeebAngRumblE

in the distance,
the trash truck
announces

its coming"


Hi! Brian...
Thanks, for sharing the image, and your [very descriptive] 55 words[I can just image the worn sofa, that was once purchased new and the owners' faces as they deposit the sofa on...
deedee :)

[By the way, I hope that you, and your readers, have a great week-end...too!]

Lorraine said...

Most excellent, I know I have resisted at times picking up some thrown out treasure, never for shame, but for lack of strength ;) Have a great weekend B.

SueAnn Lommler said...

Fabulous writing!!
Love the sound effect! Perfect!!
Hugs
SueAnn
Have a great weekend Brian

Valerie said...

For some reason I thought this was about fireworks... smiles. They leave furniture on the curbside?

Lydia said...

Like a scene from a movie, Brian! Heaven help our Earth to deal with what we toss into landfills. :(

Pauline said...

nostalgia and an old sofa - well done!

Lisa said...

If only the sofa can tell stories.

Mary said...

If only the old sofa could talk, I bet it could tell many tales.

Sue said...

You always know how to paint a picture, Brian.

=)

ayala said...

A good write, Brian. Have a great weekend.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

I'm always amazed at how much you manage to say with so few words!

Goat said...

55 words. You do well within that constraint. More please.

Dick said...

A poignant snapshot, Brian.

Shakira Choong said...

Recycling is good...LOL. I always try to donate stuffs before they became too indecent to be given. Brian , you wrote such a beautiful and vivid piece in just 55 words. I bow to you!!! Mine is here
Have you a TRULY BLESSED WEEK!!!
hugs
shakira

Margaret said...

... not even college dorm worthy? I remember the one my husband had on their porch during medical school... yikes.

Syd said...

We recover our old sofas. I still have the one that we went through graduate school with--it was handed down from my parents. And it has been recovered twice!