Thursday, November 8, 2012

Upon Our Pink Upholstered Chair


To bed we’ll soon repair
but first, let’s bundle up and sit
affectionately in our warmth
upon our pink upholstered chair –

insert ourselves into the end
of yet another day –
reflecting not so much
on what may have transpired –

what we created or dismembered
or desired – most of which
now languishes unloved
and unremembered –

but on the way we managed
somehow to prevail –
defray, delay or trundle past
the catastrophic possibilities

that lie all round us as if waiting
indiscriminately and indifferently
for us to die. Let’s be grateful
somehow we got by.


1 comment:

Bibliotroll Jack said...

I often have these same thoughts...lovely, cuddly poem.