Best Sitting Room Poems

So here am I, are we, sit us,
a chair, a chair, a davenport.
White; blue; floral; bright;
we linger, and are never used.

Soft carpet: plush, divine.
So clean, untouched,
we wait for a miscreant.

'So you,' said I,
'how long, sat here
have you?'

'Too long,' said she,
'years too long
it seems.'

That chair, so...

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a bluish monitor glow
coldly lighting the old
Victorian sitting room...

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A quiet spot in the house,
 not frequented by visitors, 
  set aside, distant, aloof
solitary refuge, retreat,
 escape, safe haven, sanctuary
  from life trials and tribulations;
points of memory, subtle laughter, 
 remembered heartache and tears,
  in picture frames, photographs, and reading books,
old...

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