Love in the Art Museum
Abstract forms
On linen media,
Moving outside
The frames.
Escaping
The limits
That tried to
Contain them.
Erupting
In a passion
Of violent
Spectrums;
Cascading colors
Flowing
To the floor
Below,
Collecting
In a pool
Of mixed
Emotions,
Gently cooling
Into the sleeping
Smoothness
Of black.
As I mentione elsewhere, in the mid- to late-1980s I liked to hang out in an art museum for inspiration. This is another poem inspired by the some of the abstract art there. I remember that this particular painting looked like an explosion of various colors that someone took a broad brush and slashed large swaths of black paint over it so the color only sort of peeped through.
KJ said this on August 27, 2009 at 1:50 pm