Seasons are turning into sketches of gray
Still life reflections shadow everything I say
Three dimensional objects leading the way
Into vanishing points, where I oft times play
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Images and ideas move across a white page
A dabble in pastels become the latest rage
Sketching the characters on a charcoal stage
Life takes on form from age to age
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Figures become lovers; pencil an embrace
Circles become life; a father's kind face
Imaginations amid reality, both share a space
Lines taking shape, perspectives interlace
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Abstract quietude; a long stemmed rose
Silence is erased; the candlelight glows
Butterflies and bunnies; color filled o's
Colored pencil memories; the pen in repose
