Liz Walsh Poet Prose Poetry

The Empty Apartment 11

A stained teacup sits sadly in the sink
Ashes of a past fire grey the hearth
An unread newspaper, old man's spectacles
A packet of mints lay on the scratched surface
Of a beeswaxed table
Waiting for Thomas Ryan to return

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Deirdre Omaidin January 8, 2011 at 8:48 AM Such a description, enthralling Déirdre

John Loving Iii January 6, 2011 at 4:48 AM my place is empty minus one woman. john

David Smalling December 27, 2010 at 6:14 AM Liz, this is so solitary and so beautiful. I love it! The last verse explodes

Linda-Marie Sweetheart December 23, 2010 at 9:05 AM Congrats Liz on your Premium Membership.. welcome to the contest and blogging scene.. enjoy with luv.. and happy holidays...

Andrea Dietrich December 19, 2010 at 7:11 PM This is very evocative, LIz. Makes me want to know about the occupant, where he has gone, when he will return. I think I like it even better than the other. WEre you late for the empty apt. contest? I think this would have made an excellent entry! Luv, Andrea

Kabuteng P.Ink K. December 19, 2010 at 7:52 AM One can feel the emptiness here, Liz-- losing someone definitely makes everything seem bleak-- thanks for sharing-- nikko :)

Carolyn Devonshire December 19, 2010 at 6:48 AM This is how my father's house seemed when I went to pack away his things after he died last year, Liz. Tears flowing now. Beautifully written and it touched me personally. Love, Carolyn