~A villanelle~
The creation of art is a mystical power
a mirror of a mind, sometimes tedious or blind
but it’s something I could do for hours and hours.
Pouring a vision into handicraft that’s ours
becomes this tangible model of glitter, matte or kind
the creation of art blossoms its flowers.
Wily, constructions with transcendent powers,
a collage of many lives on as one in time,
and strikes the synapse at a witching hour.
Concluding the whispered poetry with a glower,
a musical interlude, rhymed and intertwined.
I could go on, as I’m musing the power.
That last fabrication, I observe and devour
and with concluding approval, I am so inclined.
The creation of art is a mystical power
and I could continue for hours on hours.
