Sketching

Posted on July 24, 2019 by purplepeninportland

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – July 23:  Life in My Spare Time

Did you, do you have a hobby? Do you have an affinity for a special skill? Please share it.
Alternatively, write about any kind of hobby that you might find interesting.

I draw pencil sketches to relax–
erasing, erasing, erasing. Seldom
satisfied with my final drawing.
Animals seem to emerge in far
better quality than landscapes
or people. Maybe because
I prefer them.

Baking is another way of relaxing
for me. Rolling out pie dough,
filling with fruit, pecans,
or pumpkin is enjoyable. It’s
a different world of weights
and measures, neither of which
I am a part of. And the aromas!

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Sketching

  1. Sarah Lea Stories says:
    July 24, 2019 at 8:05 pm

    It’s nice to have hobbies that don’t necessitate a screen. I bake as well, and drawing–well, if only I had the talent! I love this bit:
    “It’s
    a different world of weights
    and measures, neither of which
    I am a part of.”
    It got me to thinking that every vocation, skill, et cetera, has its own language–a language we are not a part of.

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  2. Mike Bayles says:
    July 25, 2019 at 9:39 pm

    I like this poem, especially the sketching part. Maybe I’m a little more curious about what the animals are in your sketches.

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  3. colonialist says:
    July 26, 2019 at 7:19 pm

    I would have to adapt this to start:
    ‘I play musical instruments to relax,
    Repeating, repeating, repeating,
    Seldom satisfied with my final rendition . . .’

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