She slips her hand
Into the art with a wand
She just holds her pencil
The art does simply grow
Our hearts long for her art
For our sharp looks to dart.
Pencil is her magic wand
Through which her art dances
Every picture awaits
For their turn
To be drawn into an art
Pencils awaits her
And papers, all along the way
Sounds as if they say
Come on draw an enlightening bay
Her art is picturesque
People prefer to stand in queue
To simply view
Those fine arts of yours/you.
Dated: 29.10.2013
to MyPoemList. i think the wand is a pencil and the art is poetry. i like it, though a pen or keyboard would do as well. hee-hee Pencils awaits her And papers, all along the way Sounds as if they say.................i suggest: Pencils await and papers..........sound. (to be continued) .....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(cont.) .....some favorite lines: People prefer to stand in queue To simply view Those fine arts of yours/you.....................i like the topic and its handling, and the rhyming. and i like that you didn't seem bound to a rhyme scheme throughout. i think you are new to PH. Welcome! bri :)