Monday, August 3, 2009

upon the purchase of a new sketchbook

I wish to learn
the language of lines,

to sing
in effortless arcs
and sweeps.
to whisper soft
in shades and strokes,

to speak spirit
with movement,
to feed it
with friction,
with pressure
and lifting.

Then I might say
what cannot be

1 comment:

Athelas said...

speak spirit with movement