Thoughts in the Museum Cafe

Art washes away the dust of everyday life.

The subtle spell is quickly lifting.

The starved crowd noisily eats up the

Fine ether that hangs about you

Like an invisible, hopeful halo.

You’ve been baptized by the silent

Likeness of nameless multitudes,

Who, like angels, bring inscrutable

Messages from a world where inaudible

Bells toll, awakening long-forgotten harmonies

In the music halls of your own dusty interior.

In the sanctuary of effigies and illusions,

Five hundred years is a day, and eyes stare

Unblinking, braving the gaze of the admirers,

The indifferent, the critical, and the blind alike.

O cold marble arms locked in an eternal embrace,

Tell us about the warmth we yearn for!

O breathless lips joined in an endless kiss,

Tell us about pleasure that never ends!

O beauty mocking Time in glorious defiance,

Teach us that which is beyond the

Grasp of our untutored, savage science!

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

That which makes life sustainable is way beyond what can be explained or put in a box by scientific explanation...
Harmony is not in an equation or in some experiment....it is just natural embrace.
I really like this poem, Laz....
you carry us in new directions, constantly.
j.

[Laz K.]

thank you, j. i really appreciate the time, attention, and energy you spare on reading and commenting. :)

[Ken e Bujold]

glad I am not the only one, apparently, who sits in museums overwhelmed by so many thoughts of the surrounding decadence of our times, that I almost forget the purpose for which I am there. Very stimulating read Laz, enjoyed my visit
ken