My world of Art

Boys' ball game on a dirt field across the street,
The Sunday evening blues chased away by their shouts of high spirits!
Portinari's Futebol In motion, and I got the best seat!

Occurred a Miro moment
When crashed plater of mixedvegetables
scattered on the ground, among sliced carrots,
green beans, the glass chards and pumpkin cubes!

My elbow clashed with still frame of door,
I envisioned collages of Matisse, in the splashes of dark creamy amber
fluid on the milky white Floor of marble!

On a gloomy day, through the window I rather stare
then glance a Kandinsky, for I fear I might break into floods of tear!

When the pouring cold rain stops, and clouds part,
the tall almond trees and umbrellas about,
A Monet I spot!

The tutorials of Face-yoga instructor so much
like a mild reminder of Munch!

Chandeliers, my silk saris, golden bangles, and precious stone studded necklaces
Bring to thought, Klimt's kiss!

Reviews

[Neville]

Fantastic

Imagination, perspective, observation & colour.
'My World of Art' has got the lot

Neville

[Mrudula Rani]

I adore the review! Dear Neville, thank you very much ( muito obrigada) uma grande abraço ( a big hug)

[Paul Bell]

Like the way you start your poem.
Front row seat at the greatest game on earth.
Only disturbed, when you knock over tonights dinner.
Lovely passage of time. Daydreaming at its best.

[Mrudula Rani]

Yes, always head in the clouds! Bound to ruin few dinners!

[BlackPrince]

I love your descriptive ability. You have a picturesque way of writing in which you show a photographic mental image.
You clearly have a photographic memory.

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you for your wonderful review. I appreciate your observations, and very lovely comments.

[Ayushi Jha]

Absolute beauty!
In love with the piece.

[Mrudula Rani]

Ayushi Jha, Thank you very much. You made my day. I appreciate your sweet words!