Draw something fast
Draw something quick
Sharpen a pencil
A conte stick.
Shading and hatching
Playing with angles,
Draw lines and curves
Twisting and turning
You know drawing makes me happy.
Tag: Poem
Bird
Fly high
Green bird,
Blue feathers
Phoenix swirls
Higher and Higher
Like sparks in the sun
Metallic and shimmering
Bursting with flaming charms
Cooler than ice but hotter than a star
Rise up and be renewed, burn and be reborn.
Pattern
Oh big eyes,
What eyes you have,
The better to see the pattern
Around and in you
Little trailing thoughts
Of spiders you chase
Of feathers you catch
Of fun you have.
Pattern and spirals
Mini mad thoughts
Play…
Idea
How to depict art cuts?
Hear no, see no, speak no art?
Art is the senses.
Art is creativity.
Art is music, words, poetry.
Art IS life.
Take it away
Stultifying, crippling.
Education should educate
Should help create.
Where will our designers be?
Our musicians,
Architects?
Hairdressers?
Anything that adds something.
To bland and boring
Hard working
Reality.
Salad for tea
Just wanted a cool meal
Lettuce and radish
Avocado and tomato
Tsatsiki and spring onion
Spiralised cucumber
Egg and celery
Potato Gnocchi
Low calorie Mayo,
Yum!
God preserve me from student funding!
Or how to get very annoyed in five months!
I applied for funding.
They said ‘we need more proof’
I said ‘I sent it in?’
They said, ‘you missed a word’
I said, ‘here is that word’
I rang.
They said ‘the word was wrong, please re-send in CAPITALS’
I SENT THE WORD BACK.
I RANG.
‘We duplicated your account’
‘I can’t answer that, it’s on your other account’
I said, ‘I have two letters one reference 123456789,
The other 987654321,’
‘we will merge them’
A letter arrives, ‘we confirm you identity,
but you need to put in an application’
I ring ‘you had that in April’
Later ‘we have approved your finance,
Please ask your university to confirm you are on the course’
The university did.
This week.
No money yet
Emailed university
They replied ‘student finance say problem with your bank account’
I couldn’t make it up!
Grr!
Green man?
I create, then wither
I grow and then die.
You breathe my air,
you eat my leaves
you take my fruit.
I let you…
But I am green,
I am life
Chlorophyll,
Xanthophyll,
Phloem,
Xylem,
I nourish.
You damage me at your peril.
I am the green man.
Tree walk?
She went for a walk in the trees.
Climbed up the branches to the twigs
Stood on high in airy splendour.
Caught up in crows feet,
She flew up to the chimney.
Stuck there in old mortar.
Then a Magpie saw her.
A short hop to his nest.
Now she’s unpacked
And admiring the gold and pearls
In his gaff.
Face
Stern, thoughtful
Face seen in patterns,
What are you thinking?
Are you at peace
Or do you feel tragedy?
Could you be happy,
Or peaceful and calm?
Are you real
Or just captured as a sketch.
A Digital grafitti?
Spray can causing an image
Caught on computer wallpaper.
I made this thought.
I made this face
But does it describe me?
Stop talking!
He never stops
Talking..
TV film?
Talking
Interesting news?
Talking
Mystery programme?
Talking…
So what?
I never hear that important news
I never find out if the butler did it?
I never listen to the last notes of the symphony.
Why?
Because he’s talking.
Important stuff?
What car is in the TV programme.
Whether that’s a Highland cow.
Something in the paper I’d already seen on the news.
What he was doing in 1974!
Is this hell or just purgatory?!
