Sweet vestige

Minute lunulas of nail clippings

Breakfast glass and fingerprints

Buttock tepid ladder-back

Remaining water in the bath

Sheet painted on the floor

TV chatter still left on

Sole strand of black hair

Coat hanger left spare

Melody of freedom's loot

Accompany the few

— doorman, Aug 19, 2009

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Critiques

doorman

16 years 9 months ago

Theo

Thanks Theo. One has to drink to get a hangover. It never fails to inspire, though. Good hunting, Espen.

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

Wonderful write Espen !!

This ones different but I like !!! very much ... well done .. Love Jayne x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

doorman

16 years 9 months ago

Jayne

It's merely a list of blue debris. I'm very happy you liked it. Yours, Espen.

Ravenshakti

16 years 9 months ago

Exquisite

This exquisite poem did the (heart) 'tug' thing to me again... What more could I add to that? Except, that I love it very much... Beautiful and beautifully done, dear Espen. Raven

doorman

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Raven

Thank you for your kind compliments, Raven. I'm walking on air. Yours, Espen.

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

Hi Espen, your poems remind me of one day high on weed.... many moons ago... listening to some Pink Floyd... eyes closed, walking down a hallway, door slams... I had no idea where I went but I suspect I never came back, really. Speaking of vestiges. ~A

doorman

16 years 3 months ago

Those door-riddled hallways,

Those door-riddled hallways, where do they come from? As always, Anna, thanks for reading and sharing. Yours, Espen.