Addressing Poem From Gallery Poem by Wayne Falconer

Was writing this poem from art gallery
called 'Simply Surreal Polar Land'.
My senses were dazed and awash
with wishful blissful swirling vision.

I observed sculpture man at work
defining his newest brave design
as his nursing pure sister stands
dressed in high bright red glowing gown.

My senses seized upon the finger artist
painting silver abstract telephone lines
trying to challenge all modern style art
hoping to define the hidden blinding truth.

Heard the best dressed star violin player
with his black white stripe beat suit
striking upon velvet spacey notes
hoping to hypnotize and comb in colour.

Watched the puppeteer trained Frenchman
working upon his golden breast angel
waiting to unchain his newest thing
to lay upon the hippest gallery traveller.

Heard the beat sisterhood haunting choir
unveil the mystery voice of love
singing from high where doves do fly
capturing white wings in heart and soul.

Lastly I spotted the sacrificial poet
chanting his newest spin upon mortality
preaching loudly to saints and chessmen
those other brothers in the summer sun.

While I paint my muse in marvel words
hoping to connect with worthy kinda soul
those fine simple lines who ebb and flow
this last verse I'll play upon you all.

So let my poem lift you up high
let my words serve you, carry you
away beyond the grey face mundane
let me be better made free blessed in soul.