Masterpieces
Apr. 4th, 2004 12:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xaaraI'm going to paint my room today. I'm sick of the off-white creamy color that the previous owner of this house painted the walls - it's depressing and uninteresting. I'm going to pick a bright blue, accented with orange stenciling around the edges. Maybe a hint of green along the woodwork. At any rate, there won't be a surface that's not touched by color.
One wall, I've decided, is going to be covered in poetry. I've picked some of my favorite poets - Frost, Neruda, Blake, Ogden Nash, Whitman - and selected a few lines from their best poems. I'm going to write the poetry in huge bold letters all across the wall above my bed. I want my room to sing.
I'm headed to the paint store in a few minutes, and I'm inordinately excited. I can't wait to watch the last of that beige disappear under a bright color. I can't wait to write the most lyrical words imaginable across my wall.
I can't wait.
One wall, I've decided, is going to be covered in poetry. I've picked some of my favorite poets - Frost, Neruda, Blake, Ogden Nash, Whitman - and selected a few lines from their best poems. I'm going to write the poetry in huge bold letters all across the wall above my bed. I want my room to sing.
I'm headed to the paint store in a few minutes, and I'm inordinately excited. I can't wait to watch the last of that beige disappear under a bright color. I can't wait to write the most lyrical words imaginable across my wall.
I can't wait.
