well your poem says it all. i did notice no chairs, also no fire and it looks like snow outside. it looks like he set it up or maybe it was in his mind. great job on the poem
Time stood still even though she could hear the ticking of the clock, every thing gone but the memories and the few things to be left behind. Sandra stood quietly as the tears tracked her cheeks and the shadows played over what had been once been her life...
ha it is interesting there are no chairs...i do like the light....i pointd out in mine the lack of shadow of the candle too...interesting what was left out as much as what was left in...
Funny. Maybe he slept on the floor? Again, time. I didn't even see the clock in the picture until I read the others' work =P I thought it was some sort of painting.. Silly me.
My offering: http://diamondsmadeofglass.blogspot.fi/2012/09/dusk.html
September 1, 2012 at 11:51 AM
Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales challenges our writing skills each week. I can hardly wait 'til she posts on Sunday. I love a challenge. Sometimes I do well, other times, not so much but, oh, the fun of doing is still there.
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Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth
[Image]
Tick Tock Family clock Mantle tells a tale
The room offers no resting place The table offers food Did Andrew paint the real life or is this just a ruse?
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Close this window Jump to comment formwell your poem says it all. i did notice no chairs, also no fire and it looks like snow outside. it looks like he set it up or maybe it was in his mind. great job on the poem
August 26, 2012 at 9:48 AM
The emptiness of the room struck me. I thought it was a really house, but abandoned and unoccupied.
August 26, 2012 at 9:50 AM
Time stood still even though she could hear the ticking of the clock, every thing gone but the memories and the few things to be left behind.
Sandra stood quietly as the tears tracked her cheeks and the shadows played over what had been once been her life...
August 26, 2012 at 9:53 AM
i just love andrew wyeth. haunting.
August 26, 2012 at 11:04 AM
I like it. Great match with the painting.
August 26, 2012 at 11:29 AM
ha it is interesting there are no chairs...i do like the light....i pointd out in mine the lack of shadow of the candle too...interesting what was left out as much as what was left in...
August 26, 2012 at 11:31 AM
Great poem Gail. I love that Wyeth's canvases have suggestions and memories about them. You captured that in your poem. Thank you for sharing. =D
August 26, 2012 at 12:12 PM
Great poem Gail. I love that Wyeth's canvases have suggestions and memories about them. You captured that in your poem. Thank you for sharing. =D
August 26, 2012 at 12:12 PM
its a lovely picture for sure.... as for poems... I just cannot write them!
August 26, 2012 at 3:01 PM
I thought the house had been left empty for a long time and was just being brought back to life.
August 26, 2012 at 4:03 PM
I think this is an actual room from the Kuerners' farm in PA...thought provoking words...
August 26, 2012 at 4:29 PM
That's great! I especially like the rhythm of the first three lines.
August 26, 2012 at 5:35 PM
well done...thanks for sharing your words
August 26, 2012 at 5:48 PM
Another well done poem, Gail.
Nice photo, too. :o)
August 26, 2012 at 9:04 PM
Photos on the mantle
with a candle or two
the room is ever so empty
whatever did we do
ten years ago come Sunday
this room was alive and bright
till the stranger dressed in long black robes
came calling late at night.
The bust upon the window
can only sit and stare
and ponder the events that took place
when nary a life was spared......
Ooops, feeling my darkside popping out Gail - have a wonderful day and hi to all n hugs to Marcy :)
August 27, 2012 at 6:30 AM
Good question. I know one thing for sure. I want to see more of this guy's work.
=)
August 27, 2012 at 11:18 AM
Ah you pose an interesting question. Is it a real place, imagined, or is it all an illusion? Empty rooms. Well done.
August 27, 2012 at 1:38 PM
You captured the questions of the room. Bravo.
Anna :o]
August 28, 2012 at 1:44 AM
I like this! Short and to the point. I think it's just a ruse.
August 28, 2012 at 6:36 AM
Thought provoking...great writing!
August 28, 2012 at 12:44 PM
Nope, it's not a ruse, I don't think anyway! Ha! Ha! Great write!
August 28, 2012 at 11:55 PM
Perhaps the floors had just been done. :)
August 29, 2012 at 6:04 AM
The room offers no resting place...maybe they used the floor... :}
August 29, 2012 at 4:36 PM
Funny.
Maybe he slept on the floor?
Again, time.
I didn't even see the clock in the picture until I read the others' work =P I thought it was some sort of painting.. Silly me.
My offering:
http://diamondsmadeofglass.blogspot.fi/2012/09/dusk.html
September 1, 2012 at 11:51 AM