Poetic Art

 

My paper is the canvas in which I draw my art

Though Conceived from words, images are born

Rhythms of each stroke brings color to paper

Each detailed line marked deep within the surface

And by which the sky made from letters was formed

 

The trees I drew, Construed from rhyme

The birds that flew, Stood still in time

And yet I fret, I left a speck

Of ink on canvas, which I resign

 

I drew the ocean, beneath the sky

Using Sounds and Memories that I adore

But when I decide to twist and turn my words

The Ocean I drew, became the sky

And the sky I drew became the floor

 

The Sand I drew, Construed from rhyme

The Water that spewed, Stood Still in time

And yet I fret, I left a speck

Of ink on canvas, which I resign

 

My canvas became filled with words and pictures

A most brilliant speechless art

For my pen ripped open the sky I drew

And leaked an ocean of ink and I think

These were my intentions from the start

 

The pictures I drew, Construed from rhyme

The ink that glued, stood still in time

And yet I fret, I left a speck

Of ink on canvas, Which I resigned

 

Author's Note

Inspired By Poetry and Art. Another Metaphorical Piece I Wrote. I hope you enjoy it :P

Reviews

[EliJoLee]

woww.
i reallyyy enjoyed this piece.
it put a picture in my head that was
like none other.
it was amazing.