~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.