No-One Poem by Deb Fowler
No-One
No-One comes
to stay in her blue
room with the white
bedspread, flowers
on the corner table
welcoming, no-one.
Full moon travels
near, once in a while,
long yellow fingers
touch the fine linens
there.
Behind the fence,
Pin-Oak leaves
carpet the lawn,
cover the mums...
hide the path
to her door.
Near the entrance
a well-worn rug
waits for visitors,
for friends, who
left it there no-one
knows.
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5/5/2024 2:30:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Like this one. Good poem, good write. May i invite you to read my new called, spirits of the dead.