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
I really like this one. The words paint such a clear picture in my mind.
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
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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ReplyDeleteI too sense a coldness in the room; ghost would live here in my mind.
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Yes rel it is cold and I wanted to get that across.
Delete"As polish on the table covering scratches"....wonderful writing Bee! :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie. We all tend to 'cover up' at times, don't we?
DeleteI really like this. It does take living to add life to a room. But this room looks like it still has some echos.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I think rooms in some old houses are like that.
DeleteHI, I got here by clicking something from Jacqui. Lovely water shot above. Your poem does feel cold, distant, abandoned.
ReplyDeleteNice to see you and thank you for taking the time to visit and read Lyn.
DeleteThe 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.
Powerful writing!
ReplyDeleteI'm pleased you think so. Thank you.
DeleteThe polish covering scratches makes it; very evocative write. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you ds - if you know the trouble I had with that last stanza!
Deletelove that last stanza...smiles...we try to keep a bit of polish on it dont we....smiles....
ReplyDeleteWe di indeed and getting that last stanza was a labour of love I can tell you!
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteSomeone 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.
DeleteThere 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
ReplyDeleteAn 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.
Deletethis is excellent- you got your point across so well- especially with the last 3 lines-
ReplyDelete"Masking superficiality with a pretense
As polish on the table
Covering scratches" These three lines say it all so beautifully.
Thank you so much. Like putting a band aid ver a sore without curing the problem
DeleteWe all use polish to cover our scratches ... what a great analogy!!
ReplyDeleteSadly we do! Thank you Helen.
DeleteYou've summed up the sterility and emptiness well and I like the analogy to polish and covering scratches.
ReplyDeleteI saw emptiness Gad yu liked the analogy. I don't know from where I conjoured it up atually!!
DeleteIt is so interesting to read everyone's take on the prompt photo presented by Tess.....great imagery Bee!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it amazing how many people see different things? Thank you Donna.
Deleteamazing 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.
ReplyDeleteAlthough 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!
DeleteThree inventive views of the room. Interesting read.
ReplyDeleteGlad you think so Lucy.
DeletePolish covers a multitude of sins...
ReplyDeleteAlways Jinksy, always!
DeleteBeautiful description of the painting. I love the last stanza in particular.
ReplyDeleteInspiration did not come easily at all.
DeleteYou'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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