A Pencil In My Hand
By IS
Put a pencil in my hand
And a sketch pad in front of me
My mind’s so focused
It feels like the whole world is under me
My imagination goes wild
And my hand thinks for itself
Listening to what my mind thinks
And stuck on nothing else
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This is a great, simple poem that expresses exactly what so many people love about writing and drawing. So glad you’ve found that passion! I hope we get to see a lot more of what comes out of those times when your “hand thinks for itself”
I really like the “Put a pencil in my hand” line. Not sure why. It’s like imagining a gift, I guess, and then what happens to it once it’s yours. Very cool
This is one of my favorite poems because I can relate to the fact of getting lost in your own creativity. When doing something you enjoy, it comes as second nature so in a sense you get lost in your own imagination.
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IS,
What a great poem.
It’s short and simple, but It has me wanting more. I am intrigued by your complex simplicity.
I look forward to seeing more of your work 🙂
-MM
Hey IS,
I really got the part about “the whole world being under me”. When I am drawing, I feel as though everything in my surroundings suddenly moves back 5 feet away, and I gain a new way to observe things that I could not before. You put into words a feeling that I could not describe, and for that I appreciate you and your creativity.
I can relate because I’m 16 and now in a juvenile correction facility. When I write, I feel the whole world is under me.