Absently, I draw
A picture
Etched in my mind
A doodle here
A line there
Shade this line darker
Color in the shapes
With each stroke
Of my pencils
A portrait
Begins to form
First to appear
The shape of the eyes
Followed closely
By the outline
Of a pert nose
As the full lips
Begin to appear
Under
The graphite tip
Blue-eyed
Freckled
A beauty to behold
Pink hair
Blazing
A path straight
To my heart
Recognition
Tickling
The back of my brain
Driving me into a
Fevered frenzy
Another stroke
Another line drawn
More shading here
Add more color there
Lips should be
A little fuller
While the nose
Is turned up a little bit
Eyes a little wider
No, not that close together
Wider apart
A suppleness
To her graceful neck
A sketch almost complete
A sense of Deja vu
Overtaking me
The longer I look
The more I know
I’ve seen this face before
In frustration
I stand
And see myself
In the mirror
Above my dresser
And I realize
I’ve become the drawing
Or
Has the sketch
Become me?
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Comments (11)
Beautiful!!❤️
This is such an interesting idea, and a little creepy. Sounds like the sketch is taking over her mind!
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Interesting perspective - sketches are great and valuable insights into the world!
I wonder what we'd look like if we tried to sketch ourselves this way! Introspective, Sharon.
Well-wrought! Is our perception, from birth, a tabula rasa, a clean slate, as Locke supposed, or is there something innate, the qualities of which inevitably interpose? I cannot know with certainty, but whatever the case, the person looking back from the mirror is nevertheless... me! I'm glad you're doing the things you do, like wresting this piece from the sweet release of the creative mind, which is, after all... you!
Really beautiful and magic. And lovely front picture too.
Amazing♦️♦️
Wow this was so good! Loved the flow of each line. My fav part was definitely the last lines leaving us with that question was brilliant
And do you have the courage to fall in love with the person you have drawn?
Oooo, imagine if that drawing takes over your life and you become trapped as a sketch! Loved your poem!