Four Lines
Ink leaves no smear behind and stays in its outline as I color block true blue and yellow ochre over goldenrod and green sage. -Lynne
Ink leaves no smear behind and stays in its outline as I color block true blue and yellow ochre over goldenrod and green sage. -Lynne
My colored pictures are outlined with a Copic fine fountain pen, the ink when I erase again stays put and leaves no smear behind. -Lynne
In the lines I search for figures a man, a dog, an elephant and ink the shape that’s relevant, outlining my colored pictures. -Lynne
Until I reach my own designs the shape wriggles before my eyes while I decide how the page lies searching for figures in the lines. -Lynne
In my control I keep the lines, after the initial scribble the kneaded eraser nibbles until I reach my own designs. -Lynne
Erased graphite pencil scrawls roll across my latest squiggle sketch because I have to really stretch to keep the lines in my control. -Lynne
On my heel a good Lab ponders delightful forbidden high-jinks, while one ear flops inside-out pink he ignores all but he wonders. -Lynne
I did not catch a winter chill while snowflakes glittered on Mac’s back, white scattered stars against the black of a good Lab pondering heel. -Lynne
I stretch my chair bound legs and still my screen and exercise collide, besides I heard it’s cold outside and I could catch a winter chill. -Lynne
Don’t make my back worse begs old age and promise not to ride your bike or drag me to that ten mile hike until you’ve stretched our chair bound legs. -Lynne
