Tuesday, January 11, 2011
new sketchbook -- Poetry 2011
falling into her blank sketchbook,
she closed empty covers behind her.
Images real and imagined surfaced,
illustrating bits of life snatched
from conversations; barely coming up
for air, she sank deeper into limited
blank pages as her mental sojourns
heaped with artistic license converted
graphite lines and shading into a divine
world free of misery and discomfort…
not even cramped fingers or “lights out”
made her want to stop; for her, the one
joy left was as simple as…
a pencil to paper.