' ' ' ' ' Ordinary Room Poem by Dónall Dempsey

' ' ' ' ' Ordinary Room

Rating: 2.6


Here is the table & chair
of my grief.

Here is the painting
of my sorrow.

Here is the door
that opens(closes)

on no-
-where.

Here is the bed
of my sleep-less-ness.

Here is the mirror
longing to hold

even your passing
reflection.

Here is my army
of books

talking tongueless
in blank pages.

Here is the window
looking out upon

our
parting.

This ordinary room
made ordinary no more

filled as it is
by your absence.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuck Audette 16 September 2009

Really like this, lovely phrases (i.e. 'army of books') and ideas... -chuck

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alice sunderland 22 June 2009

filled by your absence. i want to have ideas like that! stop taking them all! ! ! ! !

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Ashraful Musaddeq 18 June 2009

'Here is the table & chair of my grief. Here is the painting of my sorrow.' You are expert. Amazing metaphors.10+++

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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