Impressed Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Impressed by LeeAnn's artistic poem,
I see Picasso coming down the aisle,
we fly to the North Pole
to admire the colossal cold mountains

suddenly he disappears and Salvador appeared,
I ask him where Picasso has gone.
Salvador just smiles and trims his mustache,
then he disappears too

without having spoken a word,
this is absurd,

to my surprise,
Gala appears on the ice, naked without a coat,
I am really impressed because she is accompanied
by two tigers, a bee, and a pomegranate,

the elaborate watch has stopped melting,
I feel like an odd one out, too surreal for me,

Picasso? Too cubist for me,
I like my own paintings,
so impressionistically fascinating,

Gala is gone, the ice on the North Pole is melting,
how do i get out of here?

Suddenly the fridge is open,
I sleepwalked and opened the freezer section of the fridge,

what a grueling journey to the North Pole,
that cruise is yet to come,
global warming?
Not noticed anything yet,
impressionistically seen