Tell Me What You See

A day in the museum.
Barely attended.
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.

Tom