I wake up everyday
my eyes riveted
to the ceiling
as rainbow flecks
radiate from crystals
that reside in the middle
of the uppermost window
this bedroom marked “private”
on the door
has meant twenty-four months
complete control
freedom to design
every detail, every texture, every nuance
Handpicked
A vivid palette
splashed onto every square foot
hoping to recapture
life’s intense force
while it drowns out
nagging shadows
threatening to swallow
My space
Italian ceramic mask- topped sconces
flanking the empty space
the mosaic mirror
I’m still learning to make
the gilded cream vanity
fit for a princess
still Waits
highlighted memories
fill dusty shelves and cling to walls
called Home now
my queen size bed use to sit quietly
in my guest room
rarely disturbed
now it harbors
my dreams and fears
afloat on a sea of defiantly feminine
pillows and blankets
an eclectic mix of Me
comes out of every nook and cranny
while my inner sanctum takes shape.
In 2005 , about 2 1/2 years after my husband's unexpected death I began noticing how much life I still had left in me . I had been married for over 20 years and had shared a space all that time.I began to revel in making my own space , with no compromising on colors etc.