sketch #12

a sketch that came from the calm that friends bring....8x5 old moleskine daily planner ink/watercolour

poem

Fleeting wings of clarity come,

In ravenous downdrafts of time

Raising screams of days stretched thinly.

Luminous vapors SNAP as life bridges

Span murky stagnating pools of real.

Ill flexed muscles seize with entropy

Brushes.......

Color.......

Light........turn ashen in a gaze

M. Adams 2006