Among the works of past masters
I gaze and ponder on the art
So delicately formed in light...
The hours of masters represented
In canvas, and pigment.
So stationary on the wall
Like windows into frozen time
In another universe, and yet
One work of art caught my eye
Flowing with whites and blues and blacks,
And brown eyes that peered into me...
A beautiful sculpture that sees and moves,
And talks, and sighs, and looks through
The windows on the wall...
Art gazing upon art.
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Higher Education
PoetryThere comes a point in every person's life where they must move on. I'm trying...by God I'm trying. And this is how I try. By moving on and moving out...to higher education. This is my third collection of poetry, each piece written when my mind and...
