"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Magpie #132 The Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth


So starkly cold-please light a fire
And while the candles are glowing
We'll warm up our old icy bones 
Watching flakes softly snowing 
This is our safe haven
Away from petty issues
We tell the house-
We've been gone too long 
We really have missed you.


Thanks to Tess Kincaid for this lovely image
and for others takes on it go here:

26 comments:

Grace said...

Nice house warming post...I like the picture after ~

Berowne said...

Very pleasing text, and you topped it with that second picture.

Laurie Kolp said...

It's nice to have a place to get away from petty issues.

izzy said...

Oh good one- I like this, although please hurry and make a fire, Brrrr-

Brian Miller said...

cold is def the word that comes to mind with the picture...a fire would def warm it quite a bit...and a little more homey...a great place away from concerns....

Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely...I have an old cruet set just like yours...

messymimi said...

Ah, to have a warm sanctuary! It's something i feel i need often.

Susan said...

I relate to the cold, to the snow, to missing a home that is a refuge. Now I wish I knew whether they were alive or ghosts . . .

Thank you for visiting my poem "Morning"--your poem is, in its way, much more warm than my cruel sun!

Linda said...

While you are away, you really do miss your home, don't you? I love your poem, Kathe. It is so very warm and inviting. Thank you for sharing.

Stephen Hayes said...

I'm a big fan of Andrew Wyeth and I'm becoming an even bigger fan of you poetry.

kaykuala said...

Home is where the heart is. The coldness was just for a while as the warmth of the occupants would make a difference. Nicely done,Kathe!

Hank

Celia said...

Makes me glad to be home.

Kay said...

beautiful....

Helen said...

... and now you are home.

Lyn said...

Oh, I really love this...mind if I join you?

Sue said...

Nothing quite like a safe haven, is there?

=)

ds said...

Houses like to know when they've been missed...
Thank you.

Lydia said...

Your poem and your own home image lend warmth to Wyeth's painting. I loved your celebration of Home.

Kutamun said...

Thanks Kathe, i bet this warm house is an outer reflection of your inner state. What was that book about housesby Gaston Bachelard," The Poetics of Space" , i think

Carrie Burtt said...

A safe haven....this is beautiful Kathe! :-)

Dave King said...

I like what you did with this - and the introduction of a second image.

Bee's Blog said...

Home is where the heart is and I know very well about coming into a cold house after being away and then being so pleased as it warms up and becomes home again. Well written.

Linda said...

You created a wonderfully cozy image with your words, which perfectly matched the pictures.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Wonderful warm write. Thank you.

Anna :o]

Stafford Ray said...

Yes, and referring to the second image, it is amazing the warmth a few candles bring to a room.

~T~ said...

Sounds like a cabin on Mount Ranier...lovely!