The Artistic Eye (I Wish that I could Draw)A Poem by James McFadyen
I wish that I could draw
To trace on virgin pages With a gliding nib, acquainting The ink to worldly apprehensions Reflected forms in an obsidian mirror. Oh, to absorb the variegated vistas And dabble the bristles in the perceptive pools, For that is the artistic eye. telescopic, Attuned to the finer things, like the epidermal veins through viridian film. Or waxy climbers, scaling Cottage walls, engrossers of porous stone Clawing to white gloss sills A riddle of whorled trunks, only The most skilled sketcher can solve. But the pen laments my efforts, Irked to leave meaty blotches, paint pustules Steely wires which scour, The folious skin, violet bruises, Poison seeping into beige fibres. I wish that I could draw To trace on virgin pages With a gliding nib, but for now I will paint my world with words.
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3 Reviews Added on August 11, 2014 Last Updated on August 11, 2014 AuthorJames McFadyenLondon, Middlesex, United KingdomAboutGraduate from the University of Exeter: BA HONS English Literature with Creative Writing (Study Abroad) Former English Language Teacher in Hanoi, Vietnam. more..Writing
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