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Image Prompt: An Unmade Bed

Art © Duane Keiser
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The artist lives in Richmond, Virginia, and specializes in oil painting.

Artwork used with permission from Duane Keiser.

9 comments:

Rinkly Rimes said...

THE UNMADE BED.

An unmade bed
Speaks.
And it says many things.
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'Make me, you lazy thing!'
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'Come on, love, hop back in!'
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'Do you remember that holiday at Lake Lugano?'
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'When did you last wash these sheets?'
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'Gosh! You were restless last night!'
*
You really should buy a new doona cover!'
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'Why do you always leave me till last?
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'Stop remembering!'
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And what do you say?


'Shut up!'

A Cuban In London said...

'Tracey Emin: Before'

Greetings from London.

James Parker said...

NEAT? WHAT'S THAT?

I've always been a slob,
It's a fact that's quite well-known
As a kid, my bedroom door read..
Caution! Demolition zone!

And as I now grow older,
There is very little change,
If you walk into my kitchen,
It's like a bombing range.

If you venture to my bedroom,
It's really quite a sight,
I never make the bed up,
Cause I'm using it tonight.

I guess most folks will think,
That my habits are real crappy,
But I just don't let it bother me,
I might be messy, but I'm happy.

WHY? said...

An unmade bed is like cool rain in July.

glorv1 said...

Oh wow! What a beautiful day! Times wasting, got to get out of here! The world awaits me! I'll make the bed later.

Have a great Wednesday Nancy.

Glynis said...

She slid from the covers,
a memorable night,
two friends became lovers.
She feared if she remade the bed,
she would lose memories,
from inside her head.

simoart said...

Hi
It is a beautiful painting, loves the pillows, I want to hop in bed. Great work.

Lorna said...

What a gift this is to all bloggers! Thank you. I will use your pictures.


~Lorna

Meandering Michael said...

Ha ha, love it, James!



My eyes flutter open
The morning light's cruel
My right cheek is damp
From a puddle of drool
I look at my clock
And I feel like a fool
Oh, God! I must go
Or I'll be late for school!

 

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