Drawing With Words Poem by Echo WalkerJacobs

I am a great artist
My skills require not paint or brush
No canvas or easel will these hands touch.
Maybe a still picture; a burning passion and unfulfilled desire

Like Pasico
I do need a quiet space
To let imagination reign
A hill top view
The light feeling of soft mountain dew

For this artist
Only ink and blank sheets will do
The best natural paper I love to smell
The feel so stiff, So crisp its fills my head
Instantly I am ready for my pen
It dances
Movement, motion is my talent
Flawlessly it curves and twirls, a ballet's grace my hand has seen
My masterpiece is never far off once the dancing starts

my hand it moves to every beat, alternative, hip hop, soca, my mood gives it more speed
Writing is an art fueled by more than a passion
no narrator could ever give justice, to flawlessness
my ink and pen are truly my best friends for when I’m done writing
the melody never ends.
my canvas it is the book, my easel, probably my bed
my paint the ink my brush the pen.
no other feeling gives me joy than drawing with the words of my mind.