Pencil's Passage

A poem written in Pi format for the Writer's Cramp.

Now I draw
a
thin line: graceful etching,
softly
tracing shadows within silence. Brave,
creator, dreaming motion, smooth: curves flowing on canvas. Light
hand, deft
and careful, renders whispers; memories drift,
quietly unfurling thought. Pencil’s dance
inscribes lost visions,
minds unspoken, delicate like mist.
Then flowing gentle lines form soft silhouettes, dim
on paper shaping echoes. Lingering fragments hold depth still:
a truth hidden deep, drawn beneath clear grace.