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

5 Comments

  1. joewanders on April 8, 2013 at 11:26 AM

    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”

  2. Ed Jones on April 8, 2013 at 5:20 PM

    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

  3. Andre' Gregory on April 30, 2013 at 11:35 AM

    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.

  4. WilderSoul on May 2, 2013 at 12:53 AM

    [I ‘liked’ this and ten other bloggers liked it before me!]

  5. Mbachur Mbenga on July 2, 2013 at 3:42 PM

    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

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