“The Drawing”
The lines set rapidly upon the page
In a rush previously unimaginable to
My wrist. Possibly quadrupling my pulse.
A scratching. I even hear the nib crosses
Mark the masses of form and shadows,
Beginning to execute
A design: the idea goes forth like
A burst artery, like a poem
Of its own flow, it seems, taking on life.
I may even think of other things, yet watch
As the moves of the draining of the ink continue,
Although my eyes do seem to command and
Direct what is drawn of the seen and to-be-seen —
A sensing sight from a centered inspiration —
That my wrist and fingers try to speak..
Oh, look! Isn’t THAT amazing! How
The strokes on the lush, forested face of
A mountain are calling for the same, very
Same course as drawing
The feathers of bird wings! I see
A soft meditation upon the Lord as my wrist
Continues...drawing the wings of a mountain!
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Oh, thanks be to God! Oh, glorious is his poetry!
C) sally Young Eslinger 8/220...written in love
The Lord brings the golden tears
Categories:
quadrupling, art, bird, christian, happiness,
Form: Free verse
With brazen dare, man does compare
their virtue with their cost.
As all I give away do air
in wanting ~ do take loss!
As caverns fill quadrupling
the slides and falls remain,
to reach some bottom earth to bring
some rescue from insane!
To be forgotten is content
and known is to have stole
some wanting's silence, numbered rent
without accustomed toll ~
Categories:
quadrupling, people,
Form: Rhyme