Tell Me What You See
A day in the museum.
A few strangers in empty halls.
We all stand and stare.
Stand and seek
meaning in the art, wondering
what the artist saw.
What he wanted to say, wondering
whether we hear his song
or one of our own.
About this poem
I am constantly amazed at how we all see and hear different things when, supposedly. we are all seeing and hearing the same thing. It’s a wonder the world works as well as it does.
Oh yeah, and the poem can be about art too.
Ah my friend, your poetry and writing are, in their own way, about art- the Art of Life.!
Life is more art than science, isn’t it! Thank you.