Pam Deremer Poet I do not know?

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 October 21, 2015 at 12:05 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 October 21, 2015 at 12:48 PM Thank you for reading my work!

Joan Donnelly Ellis October 21, 2015 at 9:15 AM Life is short... Pam Deremer October 21, 2015 at 11:39 AM Thank you for reading my work.

Punnia Viswan Bhatia October 21, 2015 at 4:43 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 October 21, 2015 at 11:40 AM Thank you for reading my work.

Rizwana Bhurani October 21, 2015 at 2:09 AM Very nice reminder of-Dust thou art,To dust thou shall return. Superb. Pam Deremer October 21, 2015 at 11:42 AM Thank you for your comment.

Debbie Duncan October 20, 2015 at 9:59 PM Wow nice ;) Pam Deremer October 21, 2015 at 11:43 AM Thank you very much.

John Hardison October 20, 2015 at 9:44 PM Simply put. Has mistique about it. Like things to be simple. Well done free verse. A7 Pam Deremer October 21, 2015 at 11:45 AM Thank you for reading my work.

David Mcsorley September 29, 2015 at 6:49 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 September 29, 2015 at 12:18 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 September 28, 2015 at 5:49 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 September 28, 2015 at 7:35 PM Thank you.

Sara Kendrick September 24, 2015 at 1:20 PM Creative work..It leaves me with questions which is a sign of good poetry..Thanks for stopping by..Sara Pam Deremer September 24, 2015 at 1:32 PM Thank you.

Robert Lindley September 20, 2015 at 6:16 PM A fine free verse poem. Closing line quite brilliant and deep. A7 Pam Deremer September 24, 2015 at 1:32 PM Thank you.