Bloated, filled with the fat
Of those it accommodates,
In the middle depressed -
Not sad, but pushed
In, pressed in.
It has learnt, you see,
How its patrons like it.
Red
Velvety
Cushion.
Any feedback at all!
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fantastic Nish
i love poems that come out of left field, who would think about writing about a cushion. also the cushion tells us something about the people that sit in it. i also like the way it reads like a riddle.
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thanks for that comment dave! glad you liked the riddle bit
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What a keen eye you have
clear and valid voice
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Thanks for the comment!
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As usual, I echo Lad-- another great write, but I wonder about the necessity of the final 3 words as well. The 7 lines you have say so much, and lines 6 & 7 would be such a powerful ending.
Again, as in the sculpture poem, you have throughly mined the poetic concept of an orignial item-- a cushion! Your unique perspective transforms it into biting satire of our fatted lives. Well done!
Pie

language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.
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Hmm, again, you're right about the final three words, but that would involve putting 'cushion' somewhere in the title, which would make the poem lose its 'who am I' sense.
"biting satire of our fatted lives" - love that description!
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Brief and perceptive.
And just a great read, nish. 39 words about a red, velvety cushion that have a much wider and deeper sense about people and the bloated societies many of us live in - at least that's what I surmise here. "Not sad but pushed in, pressed in" is excellent concentration.
I do, though, wonder about the necessity of the last 3 words. Seems the poem would end much more sharply without them. Of course, that would mean using the full word "Cushion" in the title. Up to you, as always.
Another great write, nish. I enjoy your poems!
Lad
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Thanks
Thanks for the comment Lad, I did indeed mean it as a commentary on societies.
You're right with your comments on those three words, it felt awkward adding them, but I had intended the poem to be a sort of 'what am I' thing, maybe in the end the poem outgrew what it was intended to be.
Thanks again,
Nish
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Oh crap, that 'C******' better not look like it's being censored, it's meant to be 'cushion'
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Nish, I'd have to say that you're insane...
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why?
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