You give me some paper and a new ink pen
And I’ll just let the words start to begin
But if it’s a picture from me you desire
To say it would be perfect would make me a liar
All of my lines just can’t seem to be straight
And as for staying in the lines, I’m really not great
Everything seems to go ever which way
But ask me to write and I’ll know exactly what to say
The words I just sit and let them come
As easily as painting is to someone
A picture I can create with words few or much
And into someone’s life they often touch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked the simplicity of this fine poem and how easily it's words seemed to flow, Mary. Free verse or style often imparts that quality to a poem, particularly if it's very well expressed like this poem certainly was by it's author. As your poem suggests, not everyone can be a Rembrandt or Picasso or even a Norman Rockwell, but we surely should know how to express our feelings. You did that very well in this charming poem. Carl.