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Wednesday, November 07, 2007

poetry party 7 | hidden rooms

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Abbey of the Arts poetry party 7: hidden rooms

door heart I have this ultra-major thing for painted wood, in fact I've had it all my life, appropriately twinned together with my love of 100% cotton, and over the past half-dozen years I've painted or repainted at least eleven pieces of furniture! I also painted over the kitchen cabinets that were the same color as the dark green trim of the exterior of this building when I moved in, plus I've painted the inside of my entry-way door very slightly greener and a tad more subdued than the same-style blue door in this picture; although I've finished furniture painting for now, I still have a couple pieces to refinish. Maybe fresh paint and cotton sound very country, but I can tell you for sure I'm citified right to my center, to my heart...great pic, Christine!

heart room(s)

almost contrary to a wide reputation for spacious capacity, my heart fears not so much someone else opening its door at my invitation or from their own intent, but more often I'm closer to concern I'll let it swing open by casual almost mistake and my heart will need to carry too sizable regrets forevermore

2 comments:

Abbey of the Arts said...

I'm glad you liked the photo and it reminded you of something you love. Your words speak in a lovely way about the many risks of opening the door.

Karla MG said...

Ooo Leah, deep and lovely! As always, you spoke to me sis! The country in me is beckoning my city sister to "come east" to sit for a bit...soak up the culture of my "country city," to find treasures of rest, refreshment, and renewals. And to open the door, if you so choose, without fear of regrets...or to keep it closed without fear of isolation! (((HUGS))) --Karla