As the hand holds the pencil,
There is balance.
The pencil can say nothing
Without the hand.
And the hand has no reader-
Nor listener.
Rhythmic writing brings new meaning to both lives,
When you see hand and pencil
Dancing together.
The pencil doesn't even
Leave the hand when it wants
To change its mind.
In one quick motion, the pencil,
With its five finger balance,
Moves on the dance floor of
Paper, canvas, and body.
There starts a masterpiece.
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3 comments:
i love this poem =]
i love the way you connect writing and dancing,
your word choice and imagery
all is good
great poem.
what a great concept
the title just is right on
or rather "write on"
as you have it
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