My hollow eyes hurt today…
too many colors encountered.
Layers of mixed mediums…
Some seemed larger than medium.
flattening my 3D comprehension into other dimensions.
Poetry in physical form…
tangible, yet untouchable…
Fingers and flashes not allowed in here
Only emotions…elated & dull happening simultaneously.
Some interests piqued, some more muted.
Attention is hard to hang onto when thoughts of “when can we eat?”
and the overwhelming urge to touch the Degas tutu threaten to come out.
I could get lost here…happily, lazily, dreamily lost…in the land of too many colors
and never enough time…at our trip to the art museum.