' ' ' ' ' Ordinary Room

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.

by Dónall Dempsey

Comments (3)

Wonderful one..................
WONDERFUL MYSTERIOUS POEM
Remarkable this is one of my favorite poems.