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Click hereTo the allusive water color
When mixed
my pigment runs away from me
its will stronger than my own
Becomes free to contrive its own Design
Marks of charcoal do not unaltered on the page remain
They smear
They blend
They fade
Until through my forging
They are remade
In pencil one line runs into another
Until carved from graphite a figure
Thus is formed.
I battle with the page
Stretch it like clay
Pound it like dough
Always the two of us together
Or three
Lock together
Entwined
Fighting for life
In the womb of the computer.
A wonderfully well crafted poem. I just love the images that you've created here. Great stuff!
I would only work on getting rid of the back to back "its" in the first stanza. Otherwise, mind-boggling!
I really enjoyed this poem--read it a number of times to get the feel of it. I think it needs a bit of editing--just my opinion--because there are a few spots where the phrasing sounds a little awkward to me. If you decide you want to edit it and want another pair of eyes, email or pm me. I love the way you've put together images of sculpting meaning.
muse sounds a bit like a master jeweler...catching all the facets and sparkle...or even a blacksmith pounding out the wrinkles of time...nice view.../bluerains...
An enjoyable read
of artist's mediums
well enjoyed ~
And a Welcome to the poetry side of Lit!