Sketches

Gawsh! I can't believe the literary pieces I wrote from around 6, 7 or 8 years ago.

I can't remember exactly when I wrote this piece of poetry anymore, but I remember posting this in poetry.com. I received an invitation from them through postal mail a couple of months after I posted it in their site, but by then it was too late for me to send a response (most postal mails I receive are usually delayed because our house is so far away from town and it's quite difficult to find).

Anyway, here's the piece... so far one of my favorites:

Sketches

The graphite tip glides on a white, lined sheet.
The slender body dances in the air with a beat
That gnarled, tired fingers set.
Out of painstakingly slow strokes
Emerge lines that by sight evoke
Nothing from the first look.

Yet gradually in the slow pace,
As lines and curves form lattice and lace,
Over the once-white press...
Form figures of this world and out,
Happy faces that are saddened with a pout.
Images of perfection with a flaw
Come alive in a fashion that is raw.

Once again the tip smoothly glides
On the sheet that was once just white,
But is now dirtied with lines, dark and light.

And so it was signed...

Yes, definitely one of my best lyric poems and one of my works which I'm really proud of.