Rhonda Baker


Corning Glass Museum - Poem by Rhonda Baker

Entering the museum, like a kid in a candy store
Taken back by all the shapes and colors galore
The gift shop, a sampling of what glass can be
Upstairs. the glass artist hearts fill with glee
It takes you through the history, of all glass time
Starting simple, some still wearing some grime
Artist so patient with such detail
My own glass talent, looks so pale
Magnificent pieces on a grander scale
A dining room table, with a ship to set sail
A cameo plate that took nine years to make
Oh, the perseverance it must take
Fusing and slumping, torch work and such
Etching, sandblasting the finishing touch
Trying to absorb my surroundings, taking it all in
To remember everything...So I can replay it again
To connect with an artist, whose visions I share
Mark Peiser was one that I found there
Now back at home, my ideas over flow
I just hope...My talent well grow...



6/21/09


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 21, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 3, 2010


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