An Autobiography

Pencil and paper, the objects of 

an action;  

to know your self is 

to erupt upon the page

at that fractured moment 

the two collide.  

Like a spasm,

It is to scribble mindlessly a window on 

old leavings turned 

amber with age,

to sit waiting to hold the image

of the moon in mind;

To trap it in a thousand razor sharp lines.

Beautiful goddess of the sky

have i captured your silver blood

and the curve of your hips?

Have i made each etched shadow, white

with worlds and silver mirrors?

I have sketched your form

a thousand times without color,

the silver hue of the pencil,

the silenced grey Light,

always like crystalline symmetry.

If your Beauty were a square

I would be the master of every angle.

Reviews

[JENY]

Samuel...I am too busy...tired after school...
I cant concentrate...see you tomorrow....
love you

[Charles]

Hmmm... A few technical comments first. Pencil capitalized - I wonder why. A comma after pencil perhaps but not after window. Severed (?) from a page... I don't know. With out = without. Crystalline symmetry - hard to imagine. Artistically - very nicely done. Is there a connection between window at the beginning and square at the end... i hope so. 'Have I cut too deeply sister moon into the palm of your hand' - great lines, very effective. The questions in the third stanza - very appropriate for someone drawing the moon (though I don't like severed as much as i might like some other 'cutting' verb). Silver hue and silenced grey light are wonderful ways to address some qualities of the moon. The last stanza deserves a blue ribbon... very good way to end such a poem (the last two line especially - super). Having said all this, I guess your attraction to poets like ee cummings might factor into the poem a bit. I'll be looking at more of your writing.

[Taylor H.]

this is a great poem!