Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth
Rooms of memories
Cast shadows
of doubts that linger
long after
clarifications
Rooms of antics
Cling to yesterdays
Refusal to let go
long after
repossessions
Rooms of winter
Chills the withering
Heart that goes on
long after
death
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I like the rooms of memories, antics and winter ~
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza is specially lovely ~
Rooms do take a personality of their own, don't they Grace? Thank you!
DeleteNicely written...the closing stanza i loved!
ReplyDeleteDear Mohana,
DeleteI am glad you dropped by because I just love your poetry!
A fine meditation on a winter light. Nice triad of "clarifications,repossessions, death".
ReplyDeleteLove it that you liked that experiment of mine. Cheers!
DeleteWyeth's room is a place full of love and memories. There is a sense of lingering, isn't there? I love your words Nino. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt poem. =D
ReplyDeleteDear Linda,
DeleteYes, the image just evokes that unfinished episode. Someone is coming, the day is ending, or where has everyone gone to?
Thank you Linda.
every room has its own personality...own meories that linger....i like how your opening lines contrast the rest of each stanza...
ReplyDeleteThank you Brian,
DeleteI like to keep a certain structure when writing poetry. The structure evolves as I 'pen' it down, and sometimes the poem surprises me...
Beautifully written. The personalities of rooms live on...and on...outliving death...
ReplyDeleteYes, Mary. The idea of death not being the end is both scary and hopeful, isn't it?
DeleteHmmmm, could swear I left a comment, but in case it didnt "take", will repeat how much I like Wyeth, and LOVE your interpretation of this intriguing room.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you came back Sherry. I loved this room as well - bless Tess for finding it for all of us.
DeleteEverything ok in Canada, my dear? I am - furiously writing at the moment.
Well Nino this is a gorgeous poem ... very well painted image with your words.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kristjaan! I am busy thinking about your prompt at the moment. Blue Moon is so lovely and it falls on our National Day!
DeleteVery touched by the last paragraph.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ritva. I REALLY liked your dark and delicious take of the image.
DeleteI love how you shaped this- well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathe! It was a poem which just rushed to be penned. Then I struggled to reconstruct it.
DeleteSuperb write, especially love the last stanza.
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Dear Anna,
DeleteI love how these empty rooms speak to us. Saw that in your poem too.
I love the connections of the three rooms...very nice...
ReplyDeleteI was quite surprised when you mentioned three rooms, Tess. Then when I relooked at the poem, I saw what you meant.Thank you for a great prompt!
Deletenicely written...thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeleteHappy to see you here, Wayne. Thank you. I like your spinster!
DeleteBeautiful imagery and rhythm
ReplyDeleteThank you Polly.
DeleteThis is bittersweet .. lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen! How are you keeping?
DeleteI thought I commented. Oops. Anyway, I like the rooms of memories, antics (especially) and winter. Nice juxtapostion.
ReplyDeleteThanks Yvonne,
DeleteI had better check this out. Sherry had the same problem. Thank you for dropping by!
I LOVED your story!
DeleteI like the form you used here.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
Thanks Sue! Form does help interpretation, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteI especially like your opening, and each room that followed, bringing out life and it leading up to death in the end.
ReplyDeleteVery moving, particularly the final stanza. The poem articulates the incoherent feelings we all tend to get when entering rooms like this.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dave, I enjoyed my visit to yours too.
DeleteDontknow why ut the linefrom john cougar springs to mind. " yeah, life goes on.... Long after the thrill of living is gone ....", thanks Nino, wonderful
ReplyDeleteI love John Cougar Mellencamp! Especially Jack and Diane...Yes it does suit the image, doesn't it?
DeleteI think we were on the same page when we wrote our poems Ninot! Yours is wistfull and beautiful!
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Thank you Carrie. I enjoyed your poem tremendously too. I love the idea that rooms do not let go.
DeleteCling to yesterdays
ReplyDeleteRefusal to let go
There are certain homes that have something "more" inside of them ...
If rooms could tell tales...
ReplyDeletePerhaps it's better that they don't. Lovely poem!