The Red Couch

[Keith]

There is a red couch.
It is lavish and ornate.
The center of the house
we now call home.
Fresh and clean
beaming through the window at our flowers.

There is a red couch.
It is simple and plain.
Pushed aside in the house
for now our home.
Stained and tarnished
staring out the window at the fireflies.

There is a red couch.
It is faded and tearing.
Forgotten in the house
I call home,
Dirty and used
squinting out the window at the falling leaves.

There is a red couch.
It is worn and ragged.
Alone in the house
Once a home.
Stale and dusty with cobwebs
gazing through the window at the snow.

Hi Jimmy
It could be easier to give the poem a title 'There is a red Couch' then drop the repetition as it feels redundant to me. I enjoyed the progression you signal in each stanza and although the lines are basic in description it does allow the reader some freedom to see their own version of the deterioration. However you have mapped this against the changing seasons rather than years so it feels odd as though the time frame is set to a year. I do like a good snap shot poem but this one doesn't give enough. You have relied on repetition to give you the rhymes and they are just too obvious.

I like the theme and the idea behind it, I would develop the anthropomorphic idea you use in the end lines of each stanza and tie this clearly to our own life cycle rather than seasons. Hope this helps Keith