Gallery Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Art swept my brain cells like a storm
Yellow blue reserve of poetry
Her painting was acrylic joy
Basking in abstract connected symbols
Wolves running free on the easel
Muriel on the inner city wall
Jewelry like stars
Jade eyes, topaz ideals, sculptor

Furniture makers, kilns
Quilts as warm as history
Forests and gardens
Tides and high cliffs
Music like gathered parrots
Jazz like healing
Violins and flowers
In tune with sun lit fields

Photographs and fairs
Dancers and cooks
Theater, plays, stage
Her mystic turquoise beads
Religion and heaven
Roses in a vase
Architecture is a mother
Fish aquarium

A look in the gallery