Becoming Art

My reflection shows a woman
Who finds the term quite foreign
With a blonde bob and clear nails
She seems to be changing
The bones begin to bend and shape
Molding themselves into art
Her face wears shadows now
Showing the inside out
The lighting fixes itself softly
Highlighting the beauty
And Ive somehow become
Self-expression on a body
My reflection shows not me
But the worlds canvas
My fingers pencil the mind
And my mind draws from
My perceptions

My next step:
Drawing from others.

Reviews

[Samantha Jenkins]

Amazing work.

I love art so much, and I love how you written this.

[Not here]

wow nobody else reviewed yet? okay ill be the first :) this was a really good poem with lots of great descriptions and imagery. now ill go read some more of your work