Skills
A poem about changing from one art form to another.
By KJ AartilaPublished 5 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by SUNBEAM PHOTOGRAPHY on Unsplash
With a pencil ready, I used to draw
now my shaky hands won’t cooperate.
I see double. Is this a wretched flaw?
No, my sharp words have learned to compensate,
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creating images through the mind’s eye,
or emotions evoked with a fine stroke,
with a structured frame within to apply
words and expressions to make you emote.
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Or show a picture from my mind to you
worthy of a thousand graphic words,
or maybe I’ll learn to paint in bright hue.
These images appear like brilliant birds;
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aflutter, with a song I must present,
in a manner which I do not resent.
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About the Creator
KJ Aartila
A writer of words in northern WI with a small family and a large menagerie.
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