Murals Poem
Scenic vistas painted on a hospital walls.
Cartoon, realistic, or modern, it does not matter.
They always look the same to me.
Meant to distract the eye and calm.
No lasting substance beyond what you might find on your own on google images.
Bland enough to make your mind as sick as the body in enough time.
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A stained glass window adorning a church with a myriad of colors.
Look how it catches the sun.
A resting spot for the eye.
Acceptable and elegant.
I do not mind looking at it until it is time to go back home.
For it is fun to look at the world beyond painted differently.
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Mascots and animals decorating the school wall outside.
Hinting at hot lazy school days and the smell of the blacktop.
Never observed in quiet but also not really the point.
In fact I think it would be wrong to observe in the quiet.
A symbol of community and childhood.
Stripped of meaning in straight silence.
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These are the murals of my life.
Always seen from the perspective of a viewer and never a creator.
Maybe they have a different meaning to them.
But they made me who I am.
Shaped me by their shapes.
Colored me through their colors.