Empty Room

Eyes gazing, questions raising...where is the one

who rested here? Where is the one who took refuge here?

They are gone...yet their things remain.

How odd...they did not stop to pack.

Bed fresh...room clean...as if some magazine.

Breeze blowing...sunshine glowing...

yet emptiness is felt...how strange.

I peer in further...where did they go? 

Will they return...I'd like to know.

I hear the clock ticking on the wall,

like some sort of eary wake up call.

They shall not return...their time is done...

there is no need to turn and run.

                             P.R.Deremer

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Dave Timperley

Date: 10/21/2015 12:05:00 PM

I like this work. I once went to a house that came up on auction. The owner had died intestate. The house was as he left it. A half eaten breakfast on the table, where he died of a heart attack. An unmade bed. It was eerie to say the least. Your poem evoked the memory. God Bless. D.

Pam Deremer
Date: 10/21/2015 12:48:00 PM

Thank you for reading my work!

Joan Donnelly Ellis

Date: 10/21/2015 9:15:00 AM

Life is short...

Pam Deremer
Date: 10/21/2015 11:39:00 AM

Thank you for reading my work.

Punnia Viswan Bhatia

Date: 10/21/2015 4:43:00 AM

life is nothing but a journey..we board certain stations in between, getting prepared for the next journey, packed or unpacked! lovely poem PRD :)

Pam Deremer
Date: 10/21/2015 11:40:00 AM

Thank you for reading my work.

Rizwana Bhurani

Date: 10/21/2015 2:09:00 AM

Very nice reminder of-Dust thou art,To dust thou shall return. Superb.

Pam Deremer
Date: 10/21/2015 11:42:00 AM

Thank you for your comment.

Debbie Duncan

Date: 10/20/2015 9:59:00 PM

Wow nice ;)

Pam Deremer
Date: 10/21/2015 11:43:00 AM

Thank you very much.

John Hardison

Date: 10/20/2015 9:44:00 PM

Simply put. Has mistique about it. Like things to be simple. Well done free verse. A7

Pam Deremer
Date: 10/21/2015 11:45:00 AM

Thank you for reading my work.

David Mcsorley

Date: 9/29/2015 6:49:00 AM

I love this one Pam, it left me with so many different images of who it might be about and also feeling a little sad, Dave

Pam Deremer
Date: 9/29/2015 12:18:00 PM

It really had to do with my dad dying at home when I was a child and found his room like that when Id come home from school. He had been ill at home with cancer.

Cherl Dunn

Date: 9/28/2015 5:49:00 PM

Dear Pam This reminds me of when I'm at work waiting for that time to leave is coming closer and closer, and just as I seem almost to be getting their the clock seems to slow down to the point of almost stopping, nicely done, cheri

Pam Deremer
Date: 9/28/2015 7:35:00 PM

Thank you.