Mosaic
a poem by Joyce Chelmo
Amidst the dull maize sunset
and the chill of soon to come night.
I wait for darkness to descend, a welcome friend.
My muse rises from depths, a whisper
barely audible, pressing, a hunger
that needs to be fed.
She sings of present and past alike.
Memories that have to be told,
Thoughts of youth, things of now, shards
of my life gathered, abstract pictures
painted in mosaics of me.
like the idea
Thanks Olga
Great idea! Very creative composition! Thoughtful musing.....
Such a fitting poem & song to accompany these...
Your words always make me trying to do better my friend
I like to give credit, where credit is due!
Your images provide the inspiration for me to keep trying to do better, as well!
I love mosaics :) To let eyes wander and see something new all the time
I love it Antonio :)
So glad you do my friend
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A fascinating effect
It was rather cool seeing it live