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Convertible Sofa Time Machine
I recently stayed at a friends house and had the joy of sleeping on a convertible sofa. Yes, I am being a little sarcastic about it being a “joy”, but only because this sofa was from the 1970′s. I believe it was still the original mattress (about 4″ thick with a canoe in the middle), the type you know you are going to feel a bar in the middle of your back around 1:00 am. It was also a funny brown and orange color, something that fit very well into a 1970′s family room. It was nothing like today’s convertible sofas! I have slept on a new one before, and it was very comfortable. But beggars can’t be choosers, I was tired from driving all day so I figured I could sleep almost anywhere.
It took me a while to find the perfect position to feel semi-comfortable, but I knew that I would be fine as long as I didn’t move. I fell quickly to sleep. It couldn’t have been too much later when I woke up in a panic. I felt like I had been tossed up and folded in half, and the world was dark, very dark. I couldn’t move. A little disoriented, I soon realized that I had been eaten by the convertible sofa. I screamed as the sofa started to crazily spin around. Next thing I knew, I was flying through the air as the sofa unfolded and spat me out.
But where was I? It was not my friend’s house, but it seemed familiar. All of a sudden, I realize it was my house from the 70′s, where I had grown up. It didn’t look any different, there were still a couple of dozen lilac bushes in the back yard in full bloom, Spring Time. I walked a couple of blocks down the road to my old elementary school, and it looked like a special day. I walked inside, and sure enough I knew exactly when it was, 1976 school bicentennial celebration. I soon found my younger self, 8 years old, 2nd grade and dressed up as a bicentennial coin. Underneath the clap board I was wearing my yellow Mork from Ork tee shirt, Nanu-nanu. Too weird! I quickly returned to my old house, laid down on the convertible sofa, closed my eyes and tried to convince myself that it is just a dream.
Suddenly, I was again tossed up, folded up and in the very dark place, spinning around like crazy and screaming. Before I could take a second breath I was kicked out and flying through the air. I landed on my feet right by my old Junior High, meaning it was about 1982. I lived in Germany during those years, and styles may have been a little different than State side. The jeans were very tight and peg leg, tough to pull them over your ankle and to button up as well. Thank goodness leg warmers were not as popular overseas, but they were still seen occasionally. I also refused to feather my hair, but I am really glad to say that I grew up in the 1980′s.
I jumped back onto the convertible sofa time machine and waited to see where I would go next. But nothing happened. I lay there waiting, I may have enjoyed the 1980′s but I didn’t want to relive them again. I must have fallen asleep because next thing I knew it was morning and I awoke at my friends house with something poking me in the back. What a strange dream, I thought as I looked down and saw a purple lilac laying by my pillow.
About the Author
MJ is a freelance writer for Clickshops, Inc. where you can find the perfect convertible sofa for your home at www.convertiblesofabeds.com.
Do you enjoy my poem? if not why?
Legacy
In the empty sardine can
of the 1930’s
great grand dad
ghosted that riverbank each midnight
each midday
bloomed moonshine
hidden in the cross sticks, cat tail, and thickets
enough to save family land.
In the pig iron anniversary of the new millennium
the still sleeps in the attic of the machine shop
tucked tightly in a mouse chewed burlap sack.
On my 30th birthday dad dusts off
the last ancient gallon jug
holding less than
half inch of mash now.
On the back porch
we each take a thimble sip
dad whistles in thru teeth to cool his throat
looks at the corn moon
mumbles
re-corks with machinist strength
grips my shoulder
smiles;
Don’t worry son
if we need to we can always make more.
I did enjoy this poem! i think you have acheived your purpose of showing the reader a family legacy, of setting the right mood. there are some really rich lines and details.
if i can make a few suggestions…the first couple of lines seem awkward to me, maybe use an epigraph at the beginning i.e. dedicating the poem to your great grandfather and dating it there? (the 1930 is disconnected for me as a reader). Possibly starting the first stanza with:
Each midnight,
great grand dad ghosted
the riverbank,
each midday…etc.
also, maybe you can combine stanzas 2 and 3 so there is more flow between them. i.e.
On my thirtieth birthday
the pig iron anniversary…
and then make getting the bottle out one action, your father dusting off the last bottle hidden in the burlap sack…
also, the last two lines, are they too neat? could you end with your father smiling?
thanks for sharing!
