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An Afternoon At The Art Museum

Updated on August 21, 2012
An afternoon spent at the art museum
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An afternoon spent at the art museum

When we only had one kid and he was in school

Wandering around the free section

We were both in one of our periodic times

When we tried to watch the money

We walked around looking at the paintings

You would crowd in on them

Admiring the brush strokes

The places where the paint was glopped on with a knife

Or plastered on with a trowel

I would stand back and look at the whole picture

Admiring the colors and the lines

You wanted to paint more than I did

We bought you an easel and some canvases

And some paints

But you rarely got to use them

I liked what you produced

You didn’t

So goes the world

We meandered downstairs

To the historical exhibits

Where old pianos and old sofas

Sat on old carpets

There were no barricades

There were no velvet ropes

I walked right up to the piano

You stayed off the carpet and said I should too

After all, they’re antiques

I wanted to hear the piano

But didn’t dare touch the key

I wrote a song on a piano once

No words, just a pleasant little ditty

You said I have talent

So goes the world

In the twilight of our time

When I remember things

Sometimes these are the things I remember

Things that seem insignificant at the time

But they mean so much later

Thank you

Thank you very much





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      Chris Neal 2 years ago from Fishers, IN

      RTalloni

      Thank you. It means a lot.

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      Chris Neal 2 years ago from Fishers, IN

      AliciaC

      Thank you so much. It's amazing what can mean relatively little at the time but can mean so much later on.

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      RTalloni 2 years ago from the short journey

      Just precious.

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      Linda Crampton 2 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      I love this poem. It's a beautiful and touching description of a shared experience with your wife.

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      Chris Neal 4 years ago from Fishers, IN

      alancasteer149 -

      It's just remembering the one time my wife and I went to the local art museum. It's not commentary, there really were paintings where the paint was so thick it looked like it had been placed with a trowel (I learned later that there is an artist's knife that frankly isn't much smaller than a trowel.) She liked to get close and see where things were done thick and thin for texture, I liked to stand back and admire the whole thing. Really was the difference between us in a nutshell...

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      Alan R Lancaster 4 years ago from Forest Gate, London E7, U K (ex-pat Yorkshire)

      A few hours spent at leisure, one-one-one, doing nothing, saying little, maybe sitting down and slurping a cup of coffee on the way home to pick up the kid from school.

      I know it well. Don't pretend to understand the artwork, though. You could be on dangerous ground if you came out with your views. You'd have to explain what you mean...

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      Chris Neal 4 years ago from Fishers, IN

      Jamie -

      I'm glad you like it. Thank you.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 4 years ago from Reno NV

      This is beautiful and awesome and a fitting thank you. Jamie