Through a Half Open Door

beano

A hairbrush lies on the middle of a bare dresser
As dust cascades beside a sunlit window pane

A telephone rings out in an empty apartment
As the rain glows underneath a streetlight outside

A balloon is caught and disappears in the wind
Below the field of corn that murmurs as it bends

That door doesn't close. I don't want it to close.

  • Author: beano (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 5th, 2021 02:38
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Eugene S.

    A starkly vivid scene. Very focused. There's an absence of time when I read this. Thumbs up!

    • beano

      Hi Eugene. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. Appreciated!

    • L. B. Mek

      those remnants of tangible, hope
      where all that survives
      the shredding of Time
      is a glimpsed, idealised scene
      and fortunately, meaningfully
      that's - just about: enough...
      such a wonderful poem
      thanks for sharing dear poet

      • beano

        Dear poet, thank you for your generous insight and comment!

      • Goldfinch60

        Very intriguing write beano and a great image of departed love.

        Andy

        • beano

          Hello Andy. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on this. Appreciated!

        • Lorna

          I so love short and atmospheric........ I see the room, I see the past.



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