to draw is to create

here my eyes slowly blink

i'm not sure what she's saying

the mechanical pencil in my hand

clicks to reveal some lead

 

click click click

i break the thin cyclinder

click click click

i drag it softly across thin paper

until a form comes into shape

 

lips, a nose, eyes

a face

 

the power to create

from nothing comes something

 

with the more strokes

 

come to life!

 

so engrossed, never looking up

hearing a noise 

are you listening?

yes...however

not to you

 

ah, as soon as one creates

it is so easy to erase

 

the smudges on the paper 

share a secret

 

something was here,

now gone.

This poem is about: 
Me
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