Sketching Poems - Poems about Sketching

SOUL SKETCHING

A voice of pure honey
Too bad you have that face
Busking in this alley
Seems an appropriate place

You are so skilled
Woodcarving is in your soul
Without that wheelchair
You could be free to go

....where words don't cut

You ruin everything
Can't keep a secret to save your life
You're a waste of breath
So sickly, you might as well die

Bitterness runs in your

Sketching the Ballerina

*** Sketching the Ballerina ***

It is well, quite well after midnight. 
My pup lies fagged on the blanket
    as close to me as possible.
The young ballerina sits slightly slumped
On a bench across from the barre, still wearing 
Her  stage costume with its long net skirt.
I am vexed that the sleeping hour

Sketching Facade

sketching facade
of old man oak
squirrel chatters

Sketching

SKETCHING
 taste
for
a revelation
present
or past
tradition
 tinged
with change

capture
the living
everywhere
in
a
masterly
style
of
an
unpromising
outlook

by intuition
ever
persist
be
encouraged
&
never
 remote
of
 the
ever
changing
 tastes

of
the
enigmatic
&
immune
in
a
  sphere
spinning
away
 from 
the
contrast
of
light
conceptualising
the
   moment
of
today


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according

Sketching It Out

Thinking of war, engaged in Ukraine; now so sore
Remembering ww 2, Hitlers outfit brand Shiny new'
Well he had preped, the world then his target.' 
So would not putin?  of his attack no disputing
Have for world capture, not done exactly the same?

Sketching

I draw the intrusive silence on your dry lips
Tears of mountain the cloud cares in trip
Migratory birds playing with the south breeze
For hugging we're in the cold winter's grease
Oily whispers aren't wetting the burnt heart
From the fountain flying the larks of thirst
Thirsty life doesn't get alms of love openly
In give and take rules the sketch

Sketching Famous People

Think I'll get back to sketching famous people
When they autograph my drawings it's a really big deal
My success rate's way up there
Much more than my share
Twelve hundred last time, that was totally surreal

Sketching Love

I have longed for you since I saw you on the stairs.
Your perpetual smile, your posture of knowledge.
Although the years gone by.
I’ve yet to meet a soul, one that I could embrace.
Yet your smile, your earthly green eyes.
It’s like I could sketch you easily.
Never to forget
Your portrait lay finished.
Now I await.

Fisherman Sketching a Canary

There was a fisherman needing a buzz 
Full of hairy looking fuzz 
Watching a canary do what he does 
Using his noodle 
Fisherman started to doodle 
On a canvas for what it’s worth 
Being independent reflecting an American image on the fourth 
A statement he did make 
Relaxing dockside on a break 
Sketching away 
Knowing

Haiku 3 - 2020

sketching birds in flight
am drawing flowers instead
birds are a mistake

Sketching the Past

The places of our past are ingrained
Stop fidgeting, they won’t go away
They long to be placed under lock and key
To bring us more pain for we can see
The power of the presence of their kind
The unlikelihood of their passing by
But their tower objection to be lost
By the wayward intellect at no cost
I cannot fathom their

Sketching

SKETCHING

charcoals soft lines
in varied shades of grey
birds in flight their feathers spanned light
captured in detail through blue heavenly heights
an artist’s creation emerges
blank pages come to life
with every stroke

SKETCHING



(Inspired by watching my artistically talented daughter-in-law 
sketch a “Verreaux Eagle” in the Champagne Valley Drakensberg)



© Kim van Breda—3 August 2015

Sketching Famous People

Think I'll get back to sketching famous people
When they autograph my drawings it's a really big deal
My success rate's way up there
Much more than my share
Twelve hundred last time, that was totally surreal


© Jack Ellison 2015

Eye Sketching

Eye Sketching
              by Odin Roark

Acolytes of inner actualization know…

Upon an oak tree
Scrawls a name,
Never scribed by knife.

Within a crowded sidewalk
Sketches the seductive smile of an
Out of reach dream.

Atop a mountain peak
The etching of above-the-cloud perception
Swirls its heady reward inward.

Afloat in reflection’s calm

Sketching Nature's Portrait

On mountain top high
Where delusions of grandeur fly
Superfluous pen grounded but spry
With ink stenciling the availing sky
Wispy clouds through portals do espy
The regal, azure fountain in scarab's eye
Golden beams vaporous plains do ply
With sultry steam airy canvas does dry
Jet stream's wistful currents solemnly sigh
As lingering, eerie presence of a train passed by

Descending to the valley

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