Day 22 of Na/GloPoWriMo: Today’s  challenge is to write a poem that engages with another art form – it might be about a friend of yours who paints or sculpts, your high school struggles with learning to play the French horn, or a wonderful painting, film, or piece of music you’ve experienced – anything is in bounds here, so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.

 

 

My brain will not talk to my hands

my eyes will not see for my heart

Ink and paint and clay are noise to me

a jumble of sound, lines without form, the bones that create art

are strange to me, alien to me, magic to me

to capture one single line that could create a face, a tree ,bliss or despair

what that must feel like for just one single second

for my brain to talk to my hands, for my eyes to work with my heart

to experience the joy when  color and light embrace.