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Hotel Room

Pristine white
Blank canvas
If walls could talk
Mute lifeless frames
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 then another



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on January 25, 2019

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 1/26/2019 9:07:00 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
Date: 1/27/2019 11:44:00 AM

Thank you so much, Gershon, for the most appreciated visit and compliment.

Carole Duet

Date: 1/26/2019 11:54:00 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
Date: 1/26/2019 8:25:00 PM

I totally agree. So many stories we don't want to hear... others we don't need to share. LOL

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/26/2019 1:45:00 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
Date: 1/26/2019 10:16:00 AM

I sometimes read the title last also. It's often the cherry on the sundae.