Hidden Art At The Museum: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Keep your eyes open/
at Art Museums. You may/
not know what you’ll miss.

When The Art Museum Is Empty, It’s Enough: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

When the art museum is empty,
and its gifts are mine to own,
I wander through halls of beauty
and ponder being alone.

Surrounded by creativity
and others’ visionary views,
I think in artistic silence
and dance solo with the Muse.

My heart is never heavy
as I view creation’s light,
where each unique gallery
helps set my world aright.

Would it be better to have someone else near?
Perhaps. But tonight, it’s just me who’s here.

Poetry In An Art Museum: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

People can talk in/
Temples. *They may whisper or/
speak. It’s all worship.

OR
…*They may whisper, speak,/
sing. All is worship.

Where She Lay At The Museum: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

This is where she lay./
She left her impression, like/
art, on me as well.

What Is Art? At London’s Tanks: Revolutionary Haiku

When I stand up and/
proclaim, in my soul’s words, thoughts,/
I am become Art.

More Than Art At Museums: Revolutionary Email Haiku

Standing in the halls/
of dimly-lit museums,/
she was more than art.