Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Walls Cannot Speak

Magpie 132

Big room, 1948, Andrew Wyeth
Courtesy Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Teles on Blogger


An empty room
Cold
Devoid of all emotion
The peals of laughter here
With the loud infectious gaity
Long gone

A large room
Icy
Holding a pristine fireplace
Unused sterile and as cold
As its grey marble surround
Once warm

An historical room
Empty
Like lives passed through
Masking superficiality with a pretense
As polish on the table
Covering scratches



Barbara M Lake ©
Trinidad WI
August 2012

38 comments:

  1. I really like this one. The words paint such a clear picture in my mind.

    Very nice.

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    1. Thank you and so many more thanks for recommending this on your Google+. You have no idea how much this means to me coming from you with your experience of writing prose and poetry.

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  2. Bee,
    I too sense a coldness in the room; ghost would live here in my mind.
    rel

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    1. Yes rel it is cold and I wanted to get that across.

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  3. "As polish on the table covering scratches"....wonderful writing Bee! :-)

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    1. Thank you Carrie. We all tend to 'cover up' at times, don't we?

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  4. I really like this. It does take living to add life to a room. But this room looks like it still has some echos.

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    1. Thank you. I think rooms in some old houses are like that.

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  5. HI, I got here by clicking something from Jacqui. Lovely water shot above. Your poem does feel cold, distant, abandoned.

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    1. Nice to see you and thank you for taking the time to visit and read Lyn.

      The picture above is Klagenfurt am Wörthersee in Austria. My mother came from Klagenfurt which is situated on the alpine Lake Wörth and I was born there.

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  6. The polish covering scratches makes it; very evocative write. Thank you.

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    1. Thank you ds - if you know the trouble I had with that last stanza!

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  7. love that last stanza...smiles...we try to keep a bit of polish on it dont we....smiles....

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    1. We di indeed and getting that last stanza was a labour of love I can tell you!

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  8. I do believe this is best I have seen of your poems so far Bee. Looking at the picture it is to my liking and would love to live in a place like that. There is a lot of sunlight there.

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    1. Someone else said that elsewhere about it being the best I'd done. Don't know how that happened because inspiration did not come easily. Thank you.

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  9. There are so many memories in this empty room, isn't there? I love your poem and the suggestion that there were also scratches that needed polished over. It wasn't all blissful was it? Thanks for sharing this, Bee. =D

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    1. An empty room is not always a warm place even with the memories some f which are not always warm and friendly. Than k you reading it Linda and for loving it.

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  10. this is excellent- you got your point across so well- especially with the last 3 lines-
    "Masking superficiality with a pretense
    As polish on the table
    Covering scratches" These three lines say it all so beautifully.

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    1. Thank you so much. Like putting a band aid ver a sore without curing the problem

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  11. We all use polish to cover our scratches ... what a great analogy!!

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  12. You've summed up the sterility and emptiness well and I like the analogy to polish and covering scratches.

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    1. I saw emptiness Gad yu liked the analogy. I don't know from where I conjoured it up atually!!

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  13. It is so interesting to read everyone's take on the prompt photo presented by Tess.....great imagery Bee!

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    1. Isn't it amazing how many people see different things? Thank you Donna.

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  14. amazing how different our takes would be. I didn't contribute this week but when I saw it, I was struck by the life in the room, the light, the motes in the air. Hmmmm. After all this, perhaps I should contribute. Thanks for the inspiration.

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    1. Although I saw the snow and the light, I saw emptiness. I was reminded of winters when weak sun shone through windows giving off coldness instead of warmth. Write Annie, write!

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  15. Three inventive views of the room. Interesting read.

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  16. Polish covers a multitude of sins...

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  17. Beautiful description of the painting. I love the last stanza in particular.

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    1. Inspiration did not come easily at all.

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    1. You're very kind gautami, thank you. As I said earlier, I did not find this easy - in fact the Magpies are never easy for me.

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