Day at the Museum and Poem

"I went to the Polk Museum of Art for this assignment, and I stayed there for at least 40 minutes." I actually stayed for a little over an hour. I had my favorite parts, as well as my not so favorite parts. I did not care fore the Central American art, although I did successfully put the puzzle together. I was amazed at the high school section. They had incredible paintings, photographs, and watercolor paintings. I wrote my poem on an oil painting titled Glenn by Cory McCullough. It struck me the emotion that he was able to convey though the painting. I sat and stared at it for about 10 minutes, and found something new each moment. There was some art that I thought was just incredible the amount of time and effort it must have taken to complete it. For example, there were two puff paint painting that I just marveled at, only because I know how extremely difficult it is to work with puff paint. There was also a painting next to those that was painted on hand made paper. How in the world would you make paper, and why would you want to? The upstairs was pretty cool too. Except the pottery lying on the ground, I wanted to turn it right side up every time I looked at it. I really enjoyed the pictures of the families all around the world. It made me realize how fortunate I am when some people’s future wish is to just stay alive. Overall it was a great experience that I had no idea I was so close too, and especially since it was free. I will probably go back when they have the other exhibit open. I went to the Dali Museum in St. Pete last year and it was great because there was a guide to explain some key points and figures in the paintings. It was larger than the Polk Museum, but it was a farther away.

A Hope to Cling to

Dark shadows over come

A boy in despair.

His eyes fixed upward

Perhaps to a father

Or a hope to cling to

His face screams a feeling of insignificants

A feeling of unworthiness.

Shadows darken the boys already black face

He seeks purpose, joy, strength.

He seeks a hope to cling to.

His eyes on the brink of tears,

Lips quiver

Ready to give up.

Fear is oppressing him.

Afraid to be noticed

Afraid of failing

Afraid of surrender

Seeking a greater cause

On the brink of collapse

Crushed by injustice of society

Desperate for a greater love

His heart screams out

“FATHER”

He finds new hope

Christ in you the hope of Glory

He clings to this hope.