Morning sighed,
it beamed
and paled
its beams
on bedroom
walls
are wails
and stains.
Awake before
she waned
and faded
echoed
with specks of
dust
she left.
Morning Sun by Edward Hopper
This is a second entry written for Mary’s wonderful prompt on Rooms at dVerse. I said that I associated rooms a lot with Hopper paintings and this one inspired me to write something with very few words.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
So much can be said in few words; and it fits the mood of the painting.
beautiful
You have so clearly expressed the theme of Hopper’s painting, I think. The beams on the bare walls. Sometimes a memory of a room is little more than just that!
No matter how many hundreds of mornings I experience in my life, each one, when the light comes in and starts playing on the walls, is like magic to me
I was especially in awe of the opening lines!!
Beautifully penned 🙂
An ocean of emotion in so few words. A sign of excellence.
I could feel this in your words as well as in the painting…beautiful!!
This is beautiful, Bjorn!
This has a haiku-like feel. Not due to the fewness of words but due to it being that one moment captured so beautifully!
As sparse and beautiful as some of Hopper’s rooms. Wonderful.
I really enjoy the play of afternoon light in my room. Somehow it cheers me to see it on the walls. Beautiful work, Bjorn, it complements the painting perfectly.
So much intensity is so few words!
So evocative and your words mirror the whole feel that Hopper’s works bring to mind, the stark beauty of every day life. Loved it.
This sounds like an “afterglow” poem to me. “Wailing” all night and then finally falling asleep when the sun comes up. 😛
“specks of
dust” … This turns into “peck-soft dust” for my eyes, which is beautiful, despite the perhaps otherwise-sad tone of the poem. I guess it can be taken however the reader wants to take it, like all my favorite poetry. Keep it comin’, bro. Love it.
Here’s a song for your poem:
Your word choices give the light a cold feeling and echoes of loss.
The brevity of lines perfectly reflects the simple (but beautiful) painting.
Rooms and the morning sun, always having a close association, isn’t it?
a beautiful sketch of words too…
“…with specks of dust she left…” I read this in so many layers. She — a woman, a friend, a spouse….left behind the memories the specks of dust. The sun itself….there is that moment when within the air we see the specks floating in the sun….the specks show up then seemingly disappear…but we know they are there.
I liked this one too!
Lately the pictures you use in conjunction with your words are just so perfect, I really find myself reading, then examining the picture, then reading again, until they are indistinquishable. What a lovely match of art, that is not easy to achieve yet effortlessly you do.
Very descriptive and you captured this poem so well with the painting. 🙂
Very effective even before I saw the picture.
This is so final sounding, dust to dust.