The sketches you’ve drawn
Through the years they’re found
In a now-old sketch book that’s still tightly bound
I’ve never tired of admiring those pages
Your talent always envied by my appreciative eye
Art lessons you took maybe before I was born
Led to those drawings, drafts and outlines
There’s a brightly penciled hibiscus
Was it one outside in our yard?
And there are deepening-greened palm fronds
Sideways blown by a westward sea wind
Your ability with faces, so delicate and fine
Gave me feelings of enchantment, enjoyment and charm
There are two native women with skin of deep brown
Carrying baskets on their heads, coming back from the farm
With each sheet that I turned, my fascination grew
I found more that pleased me and increased the allure
I saw the way your aptitude flourished
With the flair of a line here and a contoured shade there
I saw something of you in each stroke laid to paper
Your soul, what you felt, a freedom with no limit
My entry for Monday’s Poetry Potluck: Theme of “Sketches, Images and Impressions” http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
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