This is a poem I wrote about creativity (ie, drawing, writing). My husband (who was my boyfriend at the time) wrote the first two lines and told me to make a poem out of it and this is what I got! I love being married to a fellow writer <3
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| Drawing by Grace R. Pringle |
Artistic at Length
by Grace R. Pringle
Artistic at length,
My sketchpad to cover
with graphite and lead,
The images spawning
straight out of my head.
The eyes staring back
from the page
Are more than lines,
they’re windows to another age.
The tries and fails
and erased do not deface,
They make me grow in
lines of grace.
Inspired at last,
My pencil spouts
meaning and life,
Creating images far
from rife.
The ideas in my mind,
Become my thoughts
and ink combined.
Drawing is more than
a skill,
It’s letting the
illustrations inside, spill.
I don’t have to
think,
Into my world of
illusions I sink.
On their own my
fingers move
I’m not entirely sure
what they will do,
But I will find out
soon.
The little details,
They illustrate
without fail.
I am gone, lost on a
journey of wind and sails,
Floating on a sea of
fine points,
Worlds that draw
themselves do not disappoint.
And colours so bright
you could taste,
Leave impressions
that never disintegrate.
Creating pictures out
of lines and mind,
The two becoming
intertwined.
It seems though,
That no matter how
far I go,
I will never capture
the spirit and life,
But I can always try.
My ambitions are
high.
Pencil strokes, I am
drawing on the canvas of life,
Forming everything in
sight.
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What a beautiful poem Grace ^^ I think this has to be one of my favourites of yours, and it's awesome that you and Stuart did it together a little bit :) I especially love this line:
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It’s letting the illustrations inside, spill."
If only I could let my inner illustrations spill when I have no drawing talent at all. Agh :P Perhaps I should work on it more. I'm so jealous of people who can draw!