Friday, December 18, 2009

Poetry: Done


It's done.
Two weeks of work,
moving furniture,
patching plaster,
priming walls,
and it's done.

But just like therapy,
it's not really done,
for today the old furniture
will slowly move back into the room,
covering so much of the work
so carefully completed,
and you hope

that after all is said and done
that someone will notice
the transformation,
the brightness and joy
of a new color
bringing light into the room.

Perhaps you are the only one
who truely understands the depth
of the transformation,
for you have envisioned this
for so long,
envisioned the change
and brightness
that perhaps no one missed but you,

and so
you stand in the room,
empty except for color and light,
and soak it in, the fullness of it,
for just this moment,
and save the moment
in your soul.


Yes, the rooms are painted. This weekend I will likely move the furniture back in. I'll probably entitle the last painting poem "the return to normalcy" since the rest of my downstairs looks like a furniture warehouse right now! And, yes, you can click on it for a larger version.



Leonora said...

Amazing transformation. I love, love, love these colors!

Derrick said...

Hi Tom,

Very nice indeed; warm and inviting. Enjoy returning to normalcy!

Liza said...

I love the transformation!
Your work looks impeccable.
The last part of your poem is so beautiful. It made me smile. Thanks for that!
Happy holidays to you and yours.