The pencil curves,
The marker slashes,
The paintbrush blots,
The rhythm matches.
Shavings scatter,
Eraser flies,
Dust is blown,
The artist sighs.
The drawing sings,
The title flows,
The hand grows tense,
The picture grows.
One last line,
One defining sketch,
One last mark,
The artist’s “X.”
Anna Michael
4 comments:
I love it! It is so vivid :) nice picture up top too...
So...pictures from your trip anytime soon?? orry, i asked that like 407 times :) see u wednesday!
Upon my first reading, I thought this was good. Now after going over it again, it is Genius! I love how you laid out the idea one piece at a time. Also, your pic on the blog page is good also! Keep writing... I will keep reading...
Great job! Didn't know you did poetry too!
Melissa : )
Very well done, this is perhaps the best poem you've written that I've read. Concise but flowery, great rhythm, a classic through and through.
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