Sketchbook

A poem, expressing the passion that lies beneath the surface of an artist.

Sketchbook

losing myself in beautiful lines
falling into spirals, sliding through curves
lightly stepping through soft, blurred edges
pausing to rest in a field of contours
a world of sand, ocean rushing to shore
delicate petals and leaves and stems
the hand of a child, the eyes of a mother
a book, a bottle, a pair of eyeglasses,
a chair, a pillow, a tear
together nothing
alone everything
to me
they are my own
they are of me
my heart, my soul, my fantasy, my passion,
i live where no other can
inside the pages of created life



by Amy Stewart-Smith