Reaction to selections from the ePhoenix Art Gallery

Today’s post comes in two poems that showcase my reaction to several paintings from the Phoenix Art Museum‘s online gallery. I know its a lot of links, but the poems read better if you’ve seen the paintings.

1. Stretch

Kelly Mclane
Big Gen X, 2004

We are stark (two-toned/ a tympani)
Not what you think (forget the black and white)
Balance high over our world (we made it/ too small)
We’re torn (we can only hear to one side)
Between the spaces of our youth (falling)
And the spaces of our wire frame (it can’t hold water)
Take a minute (it’s all we have)
To count the smudges (we’ll wait/ we’ve learned that much)
That have become our life

2. The Spaces Between

Philip C. Curtis

The Concert, 1960 / The Game, 1976

Stand apart
separate focus
ostensibly identical goals
rule of polite people
above all

After Dinner Speakers, 1974

Now remain apart
an idea per table
breaches the rule
to be heard
above all

The Fight, 1961

Impractically apart
new rule of anger
handed down
polite string master
from above all

The Lift, 1972

Lost apart
can’t find it
hold on to separate focuses
before we become human
riding here
above all

Rose Tinted Glasses

Deep Blue was just a computer
Red, a Party of incomprehensible thinkers
I only saw yellow in my own fear
The need for everything was green’s solitary use
White was the race I was born into
Black and brown, the ones I was taught to judge

Every color of the rainbow
Useless blotches on a wooden palate
Rubbish dumped to the floor
About to be trodden on when your hand slipped underneath

Caught my sole, robbed my balance and breath
With violets that sank me, drowned me with royalty
Stars that burst orange and gold behind my eyes
Blinding me with shades of colors
I have no meanings for.


Author’s Note: While there are several paintings and artists who inspired this poem, it is more of a reaction to art itself. It can also have other meanings and connotations depending on the readers’ personality, state of mind, emotions, ect. As I have said before in this blog, this is one thing I love about art in general and poetry specifically.

I do, however, want to highlight some of the artists. One of them, Thomas Kinkade, most people have heard of. The others are great, but relatively unknown. Most of them I found by searching sites like Redbubble, fineartamerica, and Etsy.

One thing I love about the WordPress poetry community is that many of the poets seek out and support one another. I think checking out art sites, like the one listed above, shows this same solidarity to fellow artists.Several of my favorite finds from these searches (in alphabetical order) are Larisa Aukon, Megan Duncanson, Johnathan Harris, Devika Keskar, Christopher Pottruff, and Jane Small.

I encourage you to check out some or all of the links above. Feel free to add your own favorites in the comments: people who help you trade your rose-tinted glasses for rainbow-saturated ones.

Proper Reality

Never so terrible and long
The wait for metro hosts to tell
Whether your vote has found its voice
Or your favorite idol fell

On seat’s edge with bitten nails
Though every good and worthwhile thing
Have already in your brain been seared
By “Coming up” and “Next week” scenes

When racers set to never stop
Till an unheard voice demands better skins
You’ll be inspired to see the world
As long as you don’t miss who wins

While you watch, you celebrate
That those who triumph in the end
To a man, are just like you
Liars, cheats, and betrayers of friends