Sketchbook

Sketchbook

losing myself in beautiful lines
falling into spirals, sliding through curves
lightly stepping through soft, blurred edges
pausing to rest in a field of contours
a world of sand, ocean rushing to shore
delicate petals and leaves and stems
the hand of a child, the eyes of a mother
a book, a bottle, a pair of eyeglasses,
a chair, a pillow, a tear
together nothing
alone everything
to me
they are my own
they are of me
my heart, my soul, my fantasy, my passion,
i live where no other can
inside the pages of created life



by Amy Stewart-Smith