Posts Tagged ‘art’

Missing My Sacred Space: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

September 19, 2017

It was my temple
when I had none.
Now, new adventures await me
far away.
Today,
for one more time
in perhaps a long time,
I walked quietly
through art’s temple.

I will miss
this place of solitude,
inspiration,
meditation
and tranquility.

I will miss the Russian faces
I have come to know and love
and the quilts
which exude warmth
even when hanging out
on the walls.

How do I say farewell to
the sculptures of strong men and women
forever holding
and dancing
and working
and playing
and protecting
and posing
poses?

I will miss eating
the ripe espaliered apples
nobody else but the birds
care about;
smelling the roses
and lavender;
splashing cool water on my face
during hot summer afternoons.

I will miss being awestruck
and stunned
and amazed
every time I walk through
its handcrafted doors
and slide across its Utah Lake clayed floors
and listen to the
clink drip drip drip drip drip drip clink
of its kinetic sculptures.

My heart and soul and mind,
(not my back and bottom),
will miss the not-that-comfortable chairs
and wood benches
and metal patio furniture
that gave me gothic arch views
out onto the street
or into that quiet garden space,
where I often sat
in different shades of light,
in all seasons,
to compose,
to write,
to be inspired,
to lift my soul.

I won’t miss
the few steps I heard daily
as too few people visit
this amazing place
and drink in this
the inspiration
of fabulous space.

I will miss the smiling people,
the artists,
the musicians,
the curators,
the directors,
the installers,
the docents,
the interns,
the administrative folks,
the cleaning staff,
who make it all possible.

I will miss thinking
and creating
and writing
and dancing
and soaring
there,
and crying with gratitude,
by myself,
(and sometimes with others),
at the beauty surrounding me.

I can go
to other temples now
and get new and different inspiration.
There are far-away places
to explore and discover,
but,
in this out-of-the-way Utah Art City,
its surprising edifice of beauty,
which embraced me
and held me close to God
when I was otherwise cast out,
this stuccoed white citadel,
will always be
Sacred Space
to me.
Pan views of Springville Museum of Art

The Museum’s Best Works: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

February 10, 2017

Your best pieces of/
art can’t be marked with hearts. Yours/
beat strong already.

On The Eve Of A Beer And Paint Party: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse

May 12, 2016

The more beer
you drink,
the more genius
my art
becomes.

My Own Warholian Art: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 31, 2015

Andy Warhol Museum _ Empty Streets in Pittsburgh and a Brillo Box parking lotWhen streets are empty,/
you go ahead! Make your own/
Warholian art.

Pink Art Walk Memory: Romantic ConTEXTing Free Verse Poem

February 6, 2015

We walked.Pink leaning in to see art, Provo City Art Walk
You wore my chapeau
And pink
And leaned
To see something closer
And I did, too.

And it was art.

Today I walked
Alone
Where you were pink
And wore my deck.

(I’d forgotten
you were talking
to someone else
on the phone).*

And I wondered
Why we couldn’t
Walk that way
Again.

*Added the next day when I saw the photo of her wearing my hat … and talking on the phone.

A Picture Of My Heart: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

January 15, 2015

I did send you a/
picture of my heart. That’s art./
But you don’t like it.

Signal Strength: Revolutionary Blogging Poem

December 17, 2014

Seeking strength,
I went to my Temple.
Upstairs,
the signal
was never strong.
But today,
when I needed it most,
it was five bars,
loud and clear.
I sat,
by myself,
in my corridor,
(having met Santa twice already),
and connected
more than I have in awhile.
Soon,
after being surrounded
by art
(Russian Impressionism),
tuba,
Utah Lake mud tile,
and children,
I will go find milk
and a cookie.
This is worship.
This is connection.
This is receiving
the signal
at the Temple.

Natural Wall Art: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 1, 2014

I stuck a maple/
leaf so it protruded from/
a concrete wall. Art?
OR
Does sticking a leaf/
so it protrudes from a wall/
of concrete make art?

Creating Art In A Sculpture Garden: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 29, 2014

Stone cairn in Gilgal Sculpture GardenIn the stonecutter’s/
art garden, I tried to add/
my simple off’ring.

Church Art: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

March 24, 2014

The art in that church/
wasn’t made with brush strokes, but/
with smiling faces.