you say
they said
I was given a paper – the pencil was mine
when I started the dra_wing – it just looked like a line
I was acting the drawer – a pastime divine
when’n’while they were watching – me drawing all the time
I had longed to be them-like – an artist abreast
who refined upon drawing – them trusted in my style
show your drawing to the people don’t lay it aside
this is the one rule you do have to abide
if you‘re ever tempted to cross out a line
don’t erase the drawing better think for a while
stick to the drawing – improve your drawing style
you can’t erase a drawing – you can’t erase in time
un-less you separate
your pencil from your fingers
your fingers from your palm
[…]
I was taking the page back – hoped for my life if ever I saw one
[…]
paper and pen, 2017
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