A pencil draws a line, and then
the line becomes a bird, a friend,
a door, a dragon, or a star—
and suddenly we're somewhere far
from where the artist first began.
A little movement, frame by frame,
can give a drawing life and name;
a painted figure learns to run,
a paper moon becomes the sun,
and still the magic starts with pen.
Clay figures dance beneath the light,
puppets awaken in the night,
while pixels build a world from air
and make impossible things seem there.
The screen goes dark. We dream again.
From ink and paint to moving light,
from hand-drawn worlds to digital flight,
animation reminds us all
that even when the pictures stall,
imagination makes them live.
A pencil draws a line, and then—
the line becomes a world again.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
Offline) - Published: October 28th, 2026 07:37
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written for National Animation Day.
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