Bare Room

Written for:  The Twiglets #44 – “a bare room”

Even a bare room has remnants
of scents–a whiff of cologne
in the closet, a hint of orange
floor polish on empty planks
of wood. Even a bare room
can jar loose memories.


fresh white paint
scrubbed floor and bathroom tile
does not cover the crime

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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