As you may have seen in previous posts here, I also enjoy drawing. I had really stepped back from it for while when my daughter was young and I was busier doing Dad stuff. She is out in the world now and I have started re-investing my time in visual art. I’m never going to be a great artist, but it brings me great joy. That’s really what I missed.
Recaptured Joy
I loved to sketch, to draw or paint,
Although I was no pro.
A life I got then, as one does,
And chose to let it go,
Oh sure I doodled now and then,
But less as time went by.
And as old skills from mem’ry slipped,
Was less inclined to try.
But then at length I realized,
What giving up had cost
So I set out once more to find,
That joy which had been lost.
Once more I pick my pencil up,
Resume old exercise.
Draw basic shapes five hundred times,
Each one a different size.
Here I now sit and set to page,
What’s seen in my mind’s eye.
Though I’m not back where once I was,
At least I’m going to try,
I study and I practice now,
I draw all kinds of things.
But haunted by my past I won’t,
Draw unicorns with wings.
Cheers, Winston
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