Poem -
Sleight of Hand
I Sketched the eye myself
Sleight of hand
you gently coax my heart
Understand my dark
Where sadness looms
Tears like weary tombs
Collect
Whilst I reject
The right to smile
You stockpile
Each splintered thorn
That makes me morn
Chip away at their razor teeth
To ease the wounds that lay beneath
You seek to make me speak-
Where once I would retreat
Keep and cherish-
What makes me weak
Squeezing out the bleak
That which makes me feel a freak
There I find my voice-
It whispers
“You’ve always had a choice”
I see beyond the shadows in my mind
A smile
A gentle child inside
Reaches out a fragile hand
Suddenly I understand
My tears release like grains of sand
They trace new pathways-
Where I stand
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wow ! wish I could draw like that! the poem also wonderful!...................Jim
Many thanks Jim, I am gradually gaining confidence to share drawings. So glad you liked the piece, and many thanks for leaving feedback
Gwen :) x
Hi Gwen...omg another beautiful illustration! so amazing. black and white are always the best, just classic! I love using charcoal! When did you have time to draw and write all this?!! Its a beautiful somber piece. I really like the bold speech mark line in the middle. It's becoming your thing! I'm so pleased you got your writing mojo back. I love reading your pieces and now seeing your artwork. Truly fab like the artist that you are. Your new friend Pxxx :)
Hi P I wrote the poem just now as I had my morning coffee. You know the type of write where you get the urge. I love drawing I just lack confidence in sharing, but I am gaining some by dropping the odd sketch here to you wonderful folk. Yes charcoal is a lovely thing to work with. I am obsessed with eyes. My favourite thing to draw. Thanks for the lovely supportive feedback and I can't wait to read more from you either my lovely new poetic friend xxx
Gwen :) x
Oh Gwen. The more I look at your drawing the deeper I see into the eye of utter desolation. You are a truly fine artist.
'I see beyond the shadows in my mind
A smile
A gentle child inside
Reached out a fragile hand'
I understand this, the child inside yearns the connection of life whilst unable to hold its grasp, retreating again and again into dark...many hugs 💕
Hugs lovely friend 💗 you always understand me, I am forever grateful to know you. Thank you for sharing your words which are so right. I keep struggling at the moment. As I know you sadly empathise. Thanks for the feedback on my drawing. I always feel the eyes carry the weight of a soul. Much love xx ❤️
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Thanks lovely 💗🌷😘
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The tone and the word choices that make up the phrasing here.....are reflected in the eye....which is VERY well done......the eye came first...right?.....was it that you saw yourself in your drawing.....or did the eye simply inspire the subject matter......regardless, your ability to convey the power of melancholy shines brightly in this amazing piece of poetic originality!!........Pinned for its daring!!......and unique layout!!....Bravo dear poet sister.....how I enjoy watching you blossom!!......your friend and ever-admirer......T xo : )
Hello Tony, so pleased you could see so much of my poem within the eye. I did draw the eye first. I had looked at it for days. Both the poem and the eye reflect myself, so thank you for validating my work so wonderfully within your words, in your thoughtful feedback. Thanks for the pin although it isn’t showing up yet. Probably the cosmos playing up. But I am thankful for all your feedback which always means so much to all of us here. Hugs and love your friend Gwen x
Awwww....this is such a well written poem Gwen. You have written such an emotional picture! And as for the picture itself (that you drew) ... WOW! A very talented artist in all the sorts of lines there are x
Awe thanks Being Me, I’m gaining confidence to share drawings thanks to the encouragement from you good folk. Really pleased you liked both the poem and the drawing :) x
Your picture sets the scene and a beautiful melancholy sketched gateway to one's soul one at that.
Then followed by your, at its earlier times haunting and harrowing poem that knocks a viewer for six after reading and then rereading.
With that inner voice that softly surfaces to sooth and calm one's soul when troubled.
And then your poem shifts gears again to deliver a realisation, a dawning,
a message of new hope for future roads yet to be travelled on.
Will these new ventures be contented ones, who's to say.
Thanks Gwen for writing something special and your poetic and artistic talent knows no bounds my friend.💗
Thank you my lovely friend for taking time to read my latest pieces, I know time is a precious thing, so I am truly grateful you gave me some of yours. Your words as ever are attentive to the piece and you bring such support, and encouragement. I cannot thank you enough for indulging me with you valued feedback and insight
your friend
Gwen ❤️