A really abstract poem about how I feel as a writer, as a builder of words, and ideas. |
-The Draftsman’s Sharp- by Keaton Foster Number 2 Pencil true No ruler No rules Creating art Form and function Understanding Not required Brilliance inspired Shapes Figures Perilous intersections And interactions Crossing mind Interrupting matter Living like a stranger Everyone knows Seemingly but me I tell them again Repetitive all of this Indeed is I show them Both big and small Gigantic semantics Building this universe One five letter word At a time The draftsman’s sharp Both ignition and spark Both fuel and the flame Cutting me both ways I’m in some sort of pain As I create But the weight of such pain Is far less than all That I’m sure I still need to convey So as I should I persist Daring myself To further not resist I’ll be right here Until my quick death I will continue as I do My life must mean Something greater Than ever before Number 2 Pencil true No ruler No rules Creating art Form and function Understanding Not required Brilliance inspired The draftsman’s sharp Tools for the architect That I consider myself Feeling as if That I’m always building More than I am Somehow dismantling… The Draftsman’s Sharp Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |