Some poetry...

Tonight's really random...

Here's a poem I wrote lately for school. The assignment was to write a poem about something we love. By reading my blog, you should probably know what it is...;). Enjoy!

Sketchbook

By H. Lewis, copy write 2013

The white sheet is blank,

The pencil poised above.

Eyes search through empty space

For something yet unthought-of.

Soon, thought upon thought begin to flow,

The hand begins to dance.

Graphite loops and lines appear;

Focus is on the paper, everything around—hardly a glance.

The artist is quietly patient,

As lines are erased and redrawn.

In each pencil stroke there is magic;

For the artist, time is gone.

After a while, the piece is done;

Pencils are put to the side,

But just because the pencil is stopped doesn’t mean

The picture isn’t alive.

To the artist, each figure she draws

Is a person, an acquaintance, a friend—

They live and breathe off her graphite,

On their company she can depend.

Her sketchbook is filled with a magic

That comes from deep in the mind;

And everyone who draws soon discovers

When you draw, the real world is soon left behind.

*Sigh* I loose myself in my sketchbook sometimes...

It could use some improvement, but it's what came. :)

'Night! -_- zzzz