The other day in one of my classes we went to the art museum and wrote poems about the art. These are some of the poems that I wrote that are part of a series.
Photo #1
Poem #1
I rolled my eyes at him
As once again
He grazed my lap
While reaching for our son
The old sage had cast him out
Our wet nurse had quite a pout
Our son began to shout
His friends looked on with doubt
He was stooped over me in a bow
As I asked him
"Francis,
What have you done now?"
Photo #2
Poem #2
I stood so still
My days of being agile
Were over now
I have no legs
My right boob was out
I had kind of a pout
My pupil-less eyes made people shout
My brow expressed no doubt
On top of a pedestal I sat
As people would ask
"Honey,
What do you think she's looking at?"
Photo #3
Poem #3
I lifted my arms and flexed
But I pulled it off as a stretch
I had bed head
But I know I looked good
Everything was hanging out
I sported my morning after pout
It's how you know my name last night someone did shout
Now they're satisfied without a doubt
All I've eaten this year is quinoa and kale
People ask the curator,
"Ohh
Is this one for sale?"
Photo #4
Poem #4
I possed
And suddenly I was frozen
In this pretty weird
Walking stance
My right arm was held out
But I wasn't about to pout
When my arm got cut off was the only time I'll ever shout
That hurt like hell, there's no doubt
I am wearing my mother's headband
People often stare and ask,
"Yikes,
What happened to his hand?"
