Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

Hotel Room

Pristine white
Blank canvas
Mute lifeless frames
If walls could talk

Boxed decor
Where random players take turns
Unfolding their drama
Living their realities
Their joys their tragedies
Occupy their time
Without leaving a trace

There then gone
Back to a blank canvas
For the next set of players
One sequence then another and another...



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

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Gershon Wolf January 26, 2019 at 9:07 PM I like what you've done with the subject, and I see that you've become quite expert with this style. It opens up a world of potential for the writer-- not to mention the reader -- and I should really try it myself soon. Very well done! Best wishes, Gershon Line Gauthier January 27, 2019 at 11:44 AM Thank you so much, Gershon, for the most appreciated visit and compliment.

Carole Duet January 26, 2019 at 11:54 AM So true, Line. I never thought about the "history" of a hotel room before but thank goodness, the walls CAN'T talk. lol Line Gauthier January 26, 2019 at 8:25 PM I totally agree. So many stories we don't want to hear... others we don't need to share. LOL

Caren Krutsinger January 26, 2019 at 1:45 AM I cannot help but think hospital when I read this, or clinic or dentist office. Pertains to all three I believe. I just read the title and laughed. Yes, hotel rooms also. Chuckle. Line Gauthier January 26, 2019 at 10:16 AM I sometimes read the title last also. It's often the cherry on the sundae.