The Artist

I was never good at drawing.

My brother, whom I loathe,

he's brilliant at drawing

things,

perspective,

shades.

I used to draw in class

when I was a lad.

Two-dimensional figures doing

two-dimensional things in

two-dimensional places.

No...

three-dimensional faces or

anything like

that.

 

So as I sit here,

pen in hand,

with this energy shooting solubly

from the core of my humanity

like voltage,

like violence,

like violets,

like silence,

I was wishing of a way that

I could verbally and

grammatically "draw"

myself into a poem.

 

I thought...

"Wow...how neat would it be if

someone read this and could

piece together and

determine my physical features",

determine what I look like by

the way I carve myself into

this paper

and then into

this computer.

 

Though I admit,

"stability"

is not one of my

strong points.

 

Reviews

[misskara]

this is wonderful. quite an original idea. i think readers get a very good image of you through your words - maybe not physically - but much of what goes around inside your mind. this is my favourite -

like voltage,
like violence,
like violets,
like silence,

four words that don't resemble each other when written separately - but put together sound beautiful, and describe something indescribable. the image that comes to mind from those four words is striking.

[Lady Lazarus.]

utterly inspirational......

[Rachel DeHart]

"Though I admit,
"stability"
is not one of my
strong points."

I like the way you structured this whole poem, and those last lines are my favorites. I enjoyed how as a reader I felt pulled towards the end, instead of having to pull myself there.
Great poem. :]

[C.J.]

very welly writen when i get bord i draw somtims but as you said the the best artist is a poet.