Grainy smears layer to produce crude reflections of the world
Undaunted, vigorous lines trail soft pink fingers
Every page displayed with pride
A kitchen table with matching chairs from which chubby legs dangle
But crayons could only satisfy detail for so long.
Some inks run thick while others sputter out
Choppy strokes convey thousands of spectacles of the ambitious imagination
Thin, thoughtfully permanent forms of fiction emerge from the firm grasp
Works dedicated or designated
A kitchen table littered with paper and colored caps
But pen proved too slender to capture reality's more solid aspects.
Running smashed tips in the sink to revive fading hues
Flowing curves and edges depict amalgamates of creativity and interest
A practiced hand skirts swiftly, bleeding across the page
Why not? It settles into leisure
A colorfully stained kitchen table, placemat discarded and the chair's back legs up
But marker was deemed too unfiltered and unforgiving.
A collection of shavings and delicate points renewed
Hesitant strokes and slow outlines convey passions and characters
Breath held as pen sanctions areas for color in brittle strands
Personal images never to be shared
A portable binder or sketchpad to serve endlessly shifting positions
But there are many other mediums aside from colored pencil to explore.
Each beckons with divers and intricate appeal
Eager, skittish hands thoughtfully convey scenery from the mind
Each deliberate note contributes to a surreal symphony orchestrated on the page
These labors sooth the soul, a haven for the harrowed heart
Sketchbooks of sacred craft travel extensively
But you didn't think this poem referred to my artistic process alone
Did you?
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