Continual of Art life continued...

I promise, this is the last one for march. Anyway, it's the last poem I wrote in Getty from my last visit.

Fruit Peace by Jan Van Huysum

Was it just a piece
a painting, a study
on still life, on fruit,
on natures physique
or did you pour your heart out
in the turning of leaves,
Were those grapes
just shining with juice
or were they overflowing
with thoughts and truths,
Were those just dew drops
or tears that fell
on the beauty of creation
expressing your revelations,
those pomegranate seeds
I feel are doused in blood
that lonely blue Iris
speaks of broken trusts,
Am I just projecting
or did you really
put you soul into the canvas,
was it not your breath
that got caught on those black grapes,
were the bees, moths and flies
thoughts that had strayed,
that calendula with bended petal
the sweet pea twisting and turning
was it the unrest you feel
That untouched hollyhock
that silent butterfly
and hidden cantaloupe
are those secrets of your soul
society could not swallow
what vibrant colours
yet the statues are mellow
it's like a love letter
only you could read,
displayed on a mental
of someones greed
how ironic that must feel
nature beneath a roof
a beautiful melody of your heart
left unheard imprisoned in four walls
A secret that you let out
yet, nobody knew.