In Memory of Claes Oldenburg

Tall. Dark.

Red brick buildings,

towering over the others.

Wide spacious rooms

dominate the higher floors.

Within the building

on the main floor,

hidden near the corner of the building.

Three small rooms are a reminder

of what once was an artist’s playground.

They wait there.

Alone

in the dark.

The only light appears through the barred windows.

All is quiet.

Vehicles pass and go,

people continue on with their lives.

All oblivious to the sound of the three small rooms

creaking and moaning.

They mourn the loss of their dear friend.

What will become of this place?

Will there ever be any life in it again?

Will anyone remember the joy and delight,

that used to fill the halls?

I am filled with grief and sorrow.

Nothing can turn my gloom into bliss.

It is torture to see these rooms unoccupied.

All is bitter.

Tall, dark and unseen.

Tall, dark and unseen.

Tall, dark and unseen.

For the end of the yaer project in my english class, we got to choose anything/anyone to do a research project on. we had to create seven different peices of writing, and all together there had to be 1500 words. I choose Claes Oldenburg, thouse of you who dont know who that is, he was an artist who created larger than life art works. my teacher gave us an assignment that we had to do ontop of the project, it was a six rooms poem. A six rooms poem is reasly just an outline for writing a poem. In each of the sections of the peom it tells you to write about what the room looks like on the outside, or what sounds you hear, whats the lighting like in the room, whats the mood, etc. Then you just put the stuff you wrote into a poem format.