In a room hushed by the breath of creation,
I stand, bare and exposed, my body a statement,
A landscape for the artists to explore,
Each contour, each line, an open door.
A touch of cold air, the brush of a breeze,
A chill in my soul, a moment to seize,
What do they see, those eyes young and old?
A story in flesh, a tale to be told.
Their pencils, they dance, they caress, they glide,
On paper and canvas, there's nowhere to hide,
I'm nervous, yet proud, strong yet unsure,
My body's a muse, their art to procure.
The students, their thoughts, a mystery to me,
Do they sketch with respect or curiosity?
Some gaze with intent, eyes serious and wise,
Others glance away, blush, and disguise.
Is it a form they see, or a person within?
A study in flesh or a soul, vibrant and thin?
A journey of thought, a fusion of feeling,
Together we explore, our humanity revealing.
I stand as they draw, and something unfolds,
A connection, a trust, a story untold,
In art, in creation, in this room we find,
The body and mind are wonderfully intertwined.
© Susie Stiles-Wolf
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Author:
GeekSusie (
Offline) - Published: September 19th, 2023 14:03
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
This is damn good! Written from the perspective of the person that poses, it's a new approach and so cleverly detailed, providing remarkable imagery. Lovely! Michael
Fine words Susie.
Andy
such a well written poem!! as a person who used to sketch, this poem brings so many memories :')
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