Art

This was inpired by a picture I recently drew.

My hand sweeps back and forth,

a trail of dark blue settling behind.

Indigos, purples, and a hint of magenta

sprinkle to the paper.

 

I smear them across in dark sweeps

and reach for a brighter chalk.

Sky blue and indigo trails

swirl like currents of lightning

from a dark, endless sky.

 

Rippling colors and textures

coat the page in flowing magnificence.

I blow softly on the chalk-covered page

and a light layer of swirling, colorful dust

floats down like a miniature snowfall

to the oaken, glossy table.

 

Smiling, I hold up my finished masterpiece.

With an exaggerated flourish,

I sign my name and seal on the back.

Setting it gently aside, I pick up another blank paper

and begin again...

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique. Unlike my other poems, this one will have no picture until I can download the one that I drew.

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

This is truly wonderful. It absolutely captures the essence of what it is to pastel or chalk a work and then grab a new, blank page and continue to work as your muse has grasped you. I recently spent three days making 20 new pastel works. I was surprised at how deft I became in such a short period of time but the time had come - I hadn't been drawing in some time. Thank you. This is going in my favorites.
Light,
Siddartha

I love the detail in this poem! I'd write something more, but I'm terrible at critiquing...

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

I would love to see the drawing for this poem it is very beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Wildfleour]

I cannot wait to see your artwork, Justin. I am sure your words gave it the justice it deserves.

[Noah Ellis]

Nice work, as a visual artist myself I can appreciate what your expressing about the act of making art. Great poem.