As for blather there’s too much
to properly sieve and sort through
too much bite to thoughtfully chew
yet not enough to prove nonesuch.
Lynne
Tag Archives: Poetry
Four Lines
Acquiring their base color while
they wait for contour, depth and shade
my scribbles pretend they’re self made
and begin to dance a twist freestyle.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Sage green and goldenrod cover
only within the space of shape,
since I mustn’t let scribbles escape
while acquiring their base color.
-Lynne
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
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
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
Four Lines
In my control I keep the lines,
after the initial scribble
the kneaded eraser nibbles
until I reach my own designs.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Erased graphite pencil scrawls roll
across my latest squiggle sketch
because I have to really stretch
to keep the lines in my control.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Mac wonders but he ignores all
except my kneaded erasers.
Why does he yearn for the flavors
of erased graphite pencil scrawls?
-Lynne
the crafty sisters 