Pick up a pencil...look out in front
Where's the inspiration?
Where's the creativity?
Take up the drawing pad...
Draw line after line in the fading light.
The wind blows through your hair whispering traces of the past.
Your pencil stops.
The drawing unfinished...
Listen to the traces of the past.
Take up the pencil again...
trace the memories across the pad.
In the distance you hear happiness, in the fading light you see peace.
This drawing puts pencil to paper
Memories left to unravel.
Your past guides the drawing, impressions that it has left.
While the drawing is in the present, there is some reflection in it.
A memory preserved, an age retold.
Something that will help you remember in the years to come.
The light fades...
Put the pencil down.
The new day dawns, the light explodes.
A new drawing begins with reminiscences of the day before.
The setting the same.
However, the past pain and joy remains.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I can say the same applies
Though fragmented supplies
That made me start
My hackjob e-Art
This is one of your better one's, Shirl. It's very honest. I can relate to your struggle to create something if you don't already have an idea to start.
Post a Comment