Art Gallery
Wandering through the art gallery's madness,
With its swirling melting paints,
A synergistic revelry amid drunken smiles,
Green river of January's mirth,
Sherezade smiles and Picasso faces,
An endless passion of magical colors,
Each portrait, a blossoming window of chaos,
A butterfly drowning in breathing polka dots,
Art gallery's crowded charisma,
Exploding with the rhythm of ancient jazz,
Disappearing into pastel mirrors.
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As you paint with words...
I truly am enjoying your work...such great imagery you portray...
Thank you
Thank you very much for your kind words, Heavenoceanic. I once went to a grand opening of an art gallery in South Beach, Florida one night many years ago. They were passing out free champagne there, so I soon got drunk and started scribbling this poem onto a notebook. Come to think of it, I have no memory of any of the art there!
P.S. I really like your pen-name 'heavenoceanic'. It is very beautiful and poetic!
The art gallery's madness and crowded charisma
This poem is almost sinfully exotic with sensual imagery of the soul. A banquet for the senses!
Delightful!
Smiles and Light
AuraGem
I have just returned to this poem
While I love your other poetry, I think this remains my favourite. (Maybe I'm biased because you tossed a Picasso in there! Love his madness!)
But seriously, you have captured all the byways and eccentricities of the art gallery.
Just beautiful!
Smiles and Light
AuraGem
Thank you!
Thank you, Auragem. If they hadn't passed out the champagne, I probably wouldn't have written the poem but I would have remembered the art on the wall!