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The Armchair of Oblivion

The armchair of oblivion is her best friend

It comforts her.

its softness soothes the hardest moments.

Dependable, always there to catch her on the dark days when her length shortens.

 It just fits, like an old pair of dependable slippers 

Whilst friend’s features silently murmur “pull yourself together”

She sits tucked up tight in the armchair of oblivion that never judges

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Wed 8th Aug 2018 05:15

We had a yellow leather couch which I felt the same about...
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Martin Elder

Tue 7th Aug 2018 20:59

The title really drew me. Lovely poem

Big Sal

Tue 7th Aug 2018 16:22

This is what I was talking about. . .Love the title too, it speaks of darkness but prevails in the light. Great job Christine.?

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Taylor Crowshaw

Tue 7th Aug 2018 15:51

What wonderful images you conjure..thanks for sharing ?

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