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| Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth |
I see us
in this big room
of taciturn shadows
ribboned with luminous light.
The appeal of opposites,
co-mingling;
buoyant laughter,
reticent smiles,
bold kisses,
hesitant whispers,
dashing displays,
veiled pleasure,
my lips greedy,
yours tinctured with generosity.
As the tickling of seasons
flaunt change beyond the windowpane,
alternately layering blankets of snow
and flowers upon your grave,
within these parchment colored walls,
time hovers, inert,
and I breath you in
as I stand upon the threshold
of this big room.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 28, 2012
This is in response to The Mag 132 challenge to write a poem or short vignette using the weekly photo (the image at the top of this post).
I have also linked with dVerse Open Link Night #59.
21 comments:
aww. another sad take on this painting.
Margaret, your descriptions are so "crisp." A touching, poignant poem. So glad you shared at dVerse, too.
i breathe you in....there at the threshold....love that margaret...the descriptors throughout are very nice...and that line really brings in the emotion there at the end...
There is a breathless quality to this piece that I love--and it took me to an expected place--lovely work
This is a beautiful poem. It's so sad, yet there's a comfort to being able to still breathe him in. Nicely done.
I really enjoyed this poem--the word choices, images and flow of it swept me along, leaving me smiling. Very nice!
I think this a jewel of a poem. I love how you interpreted the painting--and your last few lines took my breath away.
Beautiful writing...
My parents house used to do that to me!
well put. I went in a different direction with mine :)
A lifetime of memories and emotions seen...felt...'lived'...in that one room. Something we can all understand and relate to. Beautiful capture, Margaret.
Whew, started out being a love poem and then went in a dark direction. An effective write though; and I liked that 'this big room' appeared both at the beginning and the end.
Poignantly sad but brought back the memories within easy reach. Nicely written Marge!
Hank
,, 'the appeal of opposites' ~~ so true. I felt the attraction through each line.
... Thank you. I would like to think of this poem, not so much as dark, but as dealing with a loss. Usually one spouse/partner dies first...
Not that I wrote this poem based on the movie "UP", but now that I think of it, I CRY in the beginning - each time my kids play that movie.
You fill the big room with life, loss, personality and emotion, Margaret. I'm not sure if you included the photo at the bottom to underline the idea of another, bigger room waiting, as well as the void of the one left behind, but that's the way I read it. Liked it very much.
This is beautiful! We are on the same path with our interpretations...BRAVO!
I do like the alternate layers of flowers and snow.
Co-mingling opposites...
That does it for me. :)
Very thoughtful, very good
Ah - that punch in the gut at the end - the mark of a great poem!
I especially like how tickle plays off tinctured...nice...
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