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The Living Room

THE LIVING ROOM

We’re uncertain exactly where we are
Or what it is we are for that matter
One day we found ourselves cohabiting
No idea how that happened to happen

The bedroom’s not to either of our tastes
But that matters not, we pay little heed
Spend time in sleep, dreaming or dalliance
The living room – quite another matter

For here is where we spend most of our time
Agreeing, disagreeing, arguing
It seems important to get it just right
If only our visions weren’t so diverse

No that’s not it let’s try it over here
Or maybe a slightly different colour
You say we preferred it a while ago
I have to say I don’t remember that

Paint tester pots have left their splotchy marks
Loved by the one but not by the other
A whole rainbow of dissatisfactions
Look around – our living room is a mess

All kinds of ill-matching chairs and sofas
Piled with old issues of Ideal Home
Not a place we ever sit and relax
Let’s face it … we’re just as ill-matched ourselves

We strove to create our own mise-en-scène
The expression of that that which we are
Let’s give up as we are already here
For this is our truth – a study in contrasts

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This is a response to Jamie Dedes’ Wednesday Writing Prompt

Those Were The (Teenage) Days

THOSE WERE THE (TEENAGE) DAYS

It’s five past eleven
And all the girls are gone
They’ve taken off Bob Dylan
And put the Beach Boys on

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