God’s creation rightly try to portray,
Essence refined, it’s contours emerge
When theology with ink smears converge
Darkened smudges, pencil scratches array
Upon white and starkly empty Bristol.
Hidden magic the soul deeply render.
Erase, re-draw, the paper he does cover
Hatching creates shapes of charcoal.
Rhythms sweet of life inspire. Artist
Skilled to mimic details’ linear form
Magic enhances the typical norm.
Opus to illustrate with echoing twist.
Sharpened graphite manifests the wonder.
Just a doodle, now a gesture semblance.
2 comments:
Only an artist could write that. :-) I don't claim to "get" poetry (especially the non-rhyming kind) but I like this. Thanks for sharing it.
Well done (again), Caity! :)
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