The sky solid blue, your gallery
disappoints. I await the next show.
Give me a full circle exhibit,
a different artist in each direction,
a cumulus haven where sun-lit gods
and harp-playing angels lounge.
Surprise me with a Mount Shasta mirage,
a Disney display of dragons and dinosaurs,
or the drama of an El Greco storm, one that
reduces me, puts me in my place.
Let me study the brush strokes and guess
artists from baroque to surreal.
Present an orange, yellow, blood-red sunset,
invoking nature’s Edward Munch scream.
Bring on Georgia O’Keefe puffballs,
Van Gogh swirls over grassland,
even a Rothko mist, but please no grey washes,
those ho-hum shows that go on and on.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jeanie Greensfelder has had poems published at American Life in Poetry, and Writers’ Almanac; in anthologies: Paris, Etc., Pushing the Envelope: Epistolary Poems, and in journals: Miramar, Thema, Askew, Persimmon Tree, Solo Novo, and others. Jeanie served as the San Luis Obispo County Poet Laureate, 2017,18. She is the author of Biting the Apple, Marriage and Other Leaps of Faith, and I Got What I Came For. She lives in San Luis Obispo. Read more of her poems at jeaniegreensfelder.com