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Mosiac EGG image courtesy 'the imaginary garden with read toads'



MOSIAC EGG
Words, a poem to speak in tomes;
Adventure assail, galaxies a gazillion totalled,
Over the waves of petulance into the nights,
Of glowing moons, luminescent in star gazes;

Witch-hy brooms, shadowed in full orbs,
Of seasons counted, over courted dark;
Bejeweled fantasies, to craft phantoms,
Sing the songs, of sirens wanton, sylphs pen;

Penchant creating, sustained of melancholy,
Life force cracks the cave of freedom's boom;
Oh now many, many ages, generate the art
Of colour to daylight, enhancing breath of being
Whorls and seasons, time compassing, life
© gillena cox



Written for the prompt today at
Poems In April DAY SIXTEEN What's Your Vision?
For today's prompt, I ask you to consider visionary art. Visionary art, as defined for the purposes of the American Visionary Art Museum is "art produced by self-taught individuals, usually without formal training, whose works arise from an innate personal vision that revels foremost in the creative act itself." Visionary artists are moved by "an inner voice" that compels them to create. The artist himself or herself may not even consider their work as art
CHALLENGE: I've posted some photos (not mine) of various works at AVAM. Let them speak to you and then choose one or more to compose a new poem. Your poem may be about the art itself or about feelings/thoughts/memories/stories the art inspires. It's wide open. Let your inner voice express itself!