The Mona Lisa

I read a poem about the Mona Lisa painting:

Mona Lisa      by:Brenda M. Weber

Behind kaleidoscopic eyes

there's no mystery there that lies

She's the one to see it all

from her position on a wall

We look for something in her smile

We stand to study her awhile

Her face of beauty that we seek

What would she say if she could speak

Is her beauty oh so rare?

Was Mona just a maiden fair?

Is she a mirror image of me?

Is that what I'm supposed to see?

Mona's portrait on the wall

A combination of us all  

There's a touch of someone there

in the beauty of her hair

That hint of prism in her eyes

makes her appear to be so wise

The playful curvature of her lip

On her cheeks can dance a quip

She's a beauty this Mona Lisa

but so is the Leaning Tower of Pisa

What is the mystery there that lies?

Behind kaleidoscopic eyes...

I really liked this poem. It's a little different from the Starry Starry Night. Brenda M. Weber includes more observations of the painting then Anne Sexton did. But I enjoyed this poem a lot. It gives you something to reach out to. Something you can connect to, you know? And the choice of words is really beautiful and it rhymes which makes it even better. The flow, the sound of the words on your tongue kinda makes me think more about this poem and how it could effect me too. How it makes me look more differently at the painting. It makes me think who is this girl? This...Mona Lisa. How did she get involved? What is she hiding behind her smile? Mona Lisa, who are you?

Starry Starry Night

I really liked the poem Starry Starry Night by Anne Sexton. It made me think a lot about how I would want to die and where. Like how I would describe it. In a quick way without any realizing or like a big show with everyone there? The word use in this poem was kind of violent but I think it fit the poem perfectly. After learned about Van Gogh being in a mental asylum, I thought about how his painting and this poem can be related to that situation. The choice of violent words could represent his feelings when he was in the mental asylum. I'd say that the word choice freaked me out just a little but I guess that's the beauty of it. Making people feel all these different emotions.