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1) Write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured in this post as your inspiration. Feel free to take the photo to use for your post.
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Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth
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?
24 comments:
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
The emptiness of the room struck me. I thought it was a really house, but abandoned and unoccupied.
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...
i just love andrew wyeth. haunting.
I like it. Great match with the painting.
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...
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
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
its a lovely picture for sure.... as for poems... I just cannot write them!
I thought the house had been left empty for a long time and was just being brought back to life.
I think this is an actual room from the Kuerners' farm in PA...thought provoking words...
That's great! I especially like the rhythm of the first three lines.
well done...thanks for sharing your words
Another well done poem, Gail.
Nice photo, too. :o)
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 :)
Good question. I know one thing for sure. I want to see more of this guy's work.
=)
Ah you pose an interesting question. Is it a real place, imagined, or is it all an illusion? Empty rooms. Well done.
You captured the questions of the room. Bravo.
Anna :o]
I like this! Short and to the point. I think it's just a ruse.
Thought provoking...great writing!
Nope, it's not a ruse, I don't think anyway! Ha! Ha! Great write!
Perhaps the floors had just been done. :)
The room offers no resting place...maybe they used the floor... :}
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
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