Hi guys,
how are you doing today
Today I’ll be sharing with you a new artwork i created recently using ballpoint and charcoal on paper.
———— WOMAN AND THE PIPE ————
She sits on the porch in the evening sun,
Weathered hands and the day's work done.
A crooked chair, a gentle sway,
And a pipe that burns the dusk away.
Her face is a map of years gone past,
Of wars she fought and spells she cast.
Wrinkles like roots from a tree grown wise,
Smoke curling slow beneath her eyes.
The pipe, a stem of ancient grace,
Held like a scepter in her place.
She draws it in, then lets it go
A cloud of thought, a breath of woe.
Stories live in that curling thread,
Of love, of loss, of things unsaid.
Each puff a hymn, each spark a sigh,
Each ember glows but won’t ask why.
She doesn't speak unless she must,
And when she does, it’s gold, not dust.
The world may rush and try to race,
But time sits still upon her face.
A queen in flannel, boots worn thin,
With battles buried deep within.
And in her pipe, the past still steeps
A woman strong, and smoke that keeps.
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