Posted in miscellaneous, original

The Broken Pencil

it curves, it glides, ever so gently

sweeping an array of beauty

leaving behind a sketch that comes alive

as the artist’s hands stroke its brilliance

slowly it makes its way

through the pages of white

until an image shows; beauty on paper

 a straight line, a curve, a curl

a swirl, up and down the empty page is filled

the gentle hand, so light

works its magic

the page is filled and the work is done

only a master could do wonders

with a broken pencil in hand