hello friends, hello! time for a little tour diary break and instead enjoy a new little poem that I wrote last night after a visit to a throat specialist across the street from Millenium Park in downtown Chicago...as always, enjoy!Faces In The Park
I want to take a picture
but instead I'll write a poem
about the people and their recognition
the tourists and the locals seem so astonished, as they point their perogitive toward the peculiar and in modest venacular, ask out loud, "What is that?"
A face within brick
A shining example of fantasticsm, but isn't that always the way?
Modern art isn't supposed to be anything but art
But why all these questions? Just take art for art and feast upon the soul of the depth
The hand-holding crowd will "get" it
The soda-sucking subterreans?
Won't.
And that too, is all part
of
art.
1 comment:
Cool poem. I've seen those brick faces your describing. Pretty cool at night.
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