The Empty Apartment

The Empty Apartment

A Poem by Steph Crandall

She sat on the floor of the empty apartment,

notebook in hand, pen ready.

Her breath echoed through the room.

Her mind, usually racing with thoughts,

is as blank as the white walls in front of her.

 

Her hand craved to write, but nothing.

She scribbled on the page,

hoping the mess would form words.

Scribbles, circles, squiggles, even a stick

figure of her cat,

but no words.

 

She looked over at the white wall.

It became her canvas.

A field of flowers began to erupt,

then a city street,

A suburban home.

 

The drawing of her cat started to purr,

as the scribbles and circles danced.

She looked down at her paper,

and suddenly, a squiggle formed a poem.

 

© 2011 Steph Crandall


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I like the concept

I need more though
Describe these things for me...
The Cat
The Street
The Suburban home

Also the end needs a little something more
Losing the adverb 'suddenly' would help
Spell it out for me


Thanks for the read, with a little more 'showing' this could be pretty cool



Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on June 4, 2011
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