Art

by Diane Boisvert

Swirls, lines in all directions ,blurs and smudges.
Who judges what is art?

Anarchy is what it seems to be!
The brightest color wins. The boldest figure dominates.

Geometric designs not aligned with anything.
All over the place, every space reverberates a mantra.

Hazy mazes make us look for some sense.
To find a way out of the mess.

Modern, abstract – not exact at all.
A kind of free fall.

You call that art!!

Of course I do, It all happened long ago when my
holly leaves were too fat and my berries were too small.
Or was it the other way around.

It doesn’t matter. The laughter was real. It hurt my feelings.

From that day on I was friends with art. We did our part.
Now it’s for you to figure out.