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Empty Apartment

EMPTY APARTMENT Paid the realtor’s fee Collected key and learned how to jiggle it - Some lock problem - corrosion in salt air. In the silence of my own thought Previous life in these rooms speaks of Views of the clouds and sea. Nothing much else to see, just think about Their own childhood memories. Drawers with screws nails and nylon line - That’s out - my own junk in. Shelves with a few books “Cooking Fish with an Electric Wok” and “Teach Yourself Serbo-Croat”, and one ice-skate. That lot goes in a bag for the junk store. Make room for my own geology maps and Collected Thomas Hardy novels. Cigarette ash, empty chip bag, crumpled chocolate wrapper. These people must have had serious teeth and lung problems. Kitchen cupboards with packets of soup and instant coffee - And yet they used a wok ?! ( Like Jeckyl and Hyde. ) Chuck out their rusty can-opener Put in my own rusty can-opener. Table will be better under the window. That round rug they could never decide where to put - I’ll put it in the back cupboard - hideous colour. Curtains have to go too - wouldn’t be seen Dead with curtains like that. Some people have the weirdest taste.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 12/16/2010 5:09:00 AM
You have drawn a beautiful image of the empty apartment Sydney.Goodluck for the contest-kashinath
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Date: 12/16/2010 4:12:00 AM
Enjoyed reading your poetry today Sydney. Wishing you the best in the contest. Love, Carol
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Date: 12/15/2010 7:43:00 PM
Excellent entry Syd ..good luck into the contest.. your empty apartment is alive with hope and some past memories too.. thankxx for clarification on VERY MERRY... which I thoroughly enjoyed luv... good luck with luv in this contest by Matt..
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Date: 12/15/2010 1:57:00 PM
You gave us some good chuckles in your poem, Syd. Kept thinking the realtor should have had the apartment cleaned out before handing you the key. It must feel odd to enter such a place and wonder what the previous occupants were like. (Hopefully not Jeckyl and Hyde, but the wok through me for a loop too. A fun entry for the contest and I wish you luck. Love, Carolyn
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