i'll sketch you, mon ange
i'll draw you on the page, my pencil giving you immortality
poem four: french beauty
Let me sketch you
I will frame
Of the way
I view you
Ignore all the definitions
Placed on your shoulders
Recreate a language
Using your name
As the beginning
So you can relish
The sound of every letter
Learn to adore
The sound of every vowel
Then maybe your reflection
Will become more within your eyes
Sweating and renewing
And carefully weaving
My thoughts through the world
And I realise
That I didn't like it.
Venting and pounding
All cleared away
And that's some space
For another tone, a face
Start afresh the next day.
There are only so many tries before you make it. Do the math people
Each stroke of my charcoal pencil,
Scraping against paper,
Scratched out yet another scar
Masking my feelings
As they bled on paper-
Black rivers running scarlet,
And locked it there,
A dam brimming
Wiped off, in a brave
Attempt to never
Be uncovered again,
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Nipped the brush, picked the paint, let the canvas fill
Oh my crush, like a saint, keep your head still
Let me first, draw the sketch, what a cute face!
Body next, let me fetch, lovely gaze and grace
Lines are made, streaks of color, your portrait is good
Bit of shade, made it duller, a monkey in woods.
“Taking photos is not allowed here”,
said the caretaker.
I, at first thought,
“I'm not a traitor”
I move ahead and observe the event.
Things appear like there is a revenant.
Not even a single picture,
but I was printing better than the 3D- printer.
I can make as lively a sketch,
as it comes out of the white;
but the same feeling I cannot transfer,
unless the recipient sees the outline.
I can talk to you on a video call,
but you know it right?
The increase in one dimension,
affects my sight.
We are taking photos of important events;
but we try to ignore the bad clicks.
We are using our eyes to see the bad,
but our camera to see the sketch.
But deep down we understand that
we can develop the camera;
but not sensitivity.
The picture always looks better in reality,
than in the gallery.
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A ghost of a house is a blueprint
A soul of a blueprint is a sketch
A sketch's spirit is in vision
And lemme tell you, your vision's quite a stretch
A guy I know has a tendency to develop things and plan for stuff he has no way of ever accomplishing. This little nugget js written in about 2 minutes.
Prose, a photo
Poetry, pencil sketch,
in five lines.
We see not with eyes but heart
We hear not with ears but heart
We think not with mind but heart
wise beyond sight.
And we feel not with heart but in the guts.
I try not to write about you
But whenever these hands get hold of a pen
They start sketching your beauty and flaws