“Akron Art Museum (on a snowy day)”
Braving winter weather,
I venture inside, am greeted by,
am heated by
the red warmth of an amazing maze
–the reason that day’s,
adventuring took place.
Patrons’ laughter wiggles,
Awakens my sleeping senses
dulled by the ice-cold latticework
of Jack Frost’s handiwork.
enclosed in glass
call to me with cool colorfields,
tapestries of reclaimed materials,
and the youthful bloom of a long dead girl
–she is a poem in paint,
an oil-based sonnet
written to the memory of a sister
Art not only beautiful,
but unique, original
and absurd. GROSS ANATOMIES
expose themselves to my sometimes
unwilling eyes: sad sculptures
of pieced together little girls,
grotesques of acts better hid from the world,
and the ridiculous image
of a child pooping cupcakes–
Who knew defecation could be that sweet
and funny? I laugh for five full minutes
before wiping tears from my eyes.
Turning the page I find
the common translated–
becomes solidly superior
the metal pieces sliced
into solid stitches
of lovely, silver-toned lace.
Tea party participants mutate
into alluringly ludicrous,
with abnormal proportions,
others are created with the beastly heads
of cats and sharks
or machine parts. My own head
swims with sensory overload.
Mind and heart filled to
overflowing, I fill
my other emptiness in the cafe.
Eating my fill, I watch
the falling snow
beyond the transparent walls;
each flake freezes to the glass
and frames the dusting sugar
like a thousand fairies
dying in the cold.
**This poem is a departure from my normal style, since I usually don’t concentrate on the rhymes quite so much. I wanted something that would sound fun read aloud, stressing the ends of each line. Any feedback would be appreciated, thanks!