Who am I really

poem by: Raychill Ellisonwonderland
Written on Nov 23, 2016 

Where do I draw the line when mindless doodles make up the pages of my empty book?
I seem to sketch the same things, but still I can't carefully capture the images that hastily rush to leave my fingertips.
Shapes not straight, circles to oblong, proportions way off and have never bothered with guidelines.
The repetitiveness is revealing, yet there is no connection to dots or dashes.
I am told I must know this stuff so 
I'm ok to pretend I do.

 

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Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem.shapes not straight.circles to oblong.clever wording .I think we all fail to connect Those dots many times.

 

 

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