musuem

“I went to the Polk Museum of Art for this assignment, and I stayed there for at least 40 minutes.” Honestly I love museums. I think they are so fascinating. Back at home I use to go to several museums, spending my summer at the museums. It’s so cool looking at artwork and things that people see with their minds. I wish I could draw or paint or mold cool stuff together, but I have very little talent in this field but I do love to look at people’s work. Polk Museum allowed me to see the creativity that people are so blessed with. Each painting and artwork was so special in its own way and so full of stories. Why would someone paint something like that? What were they thinking to have that pop in their minds? Some artwork had so much colors or lack of and in those paintings you can really see the intensity of the person’s feelings and thoughts. This is the reason why I love painting and artwork more than books and poems. I am visual so I can see it and plus I can see their mind and emotions on one page. Words are good but if you can tell a whole story with a few colors then that’s true talent.

As I was walking through I saw this ceramic that was truly captivating to me. It was simple but cool. It was a cup with faded colors; there were only three colors on it. The pattern just twisted its way up the cup. The simplicity of it was just so amazing to me. How art isn’t just talents, it’s the story and the intensity of each object. THis is the clay that I have based my poem on. As the artist sits and thinks of what they will do with this pile of clay and what they would have thought.


I sit thinking
what will you become today?
Just as the father molds me
he molds me into the person I will be

what will you become today?
will you tell the intensity of my pain
will you tell my love for another
or will you just simply be

which one of my story will you tell
will you display my loneliness
that i face on my own?
in your colors and shape that i will mold

which one of my story will you tell
will you explain the happiness that i have
the love ones in my life
the blessings I have in such abundance?

or will you display my sorrow?
will you oh clay tell the story of my loss
great things I have given up
to be at this very place i've come to

oh pile of clay
here you sit in my hand..
which story will you tell
what will you become today?