Grains of Sand
O youthful beauty, do you think back on younger days in your sedated stupor?
In your gracefulness, as you languished
daring, cigarette dangling
from your fingertips
do you relive those times?
As you sit in your chair,
rasping, rumbling in your chest
now others feed and dress you
you fight for air,
living on oxygen,
yet continue to crave your nicotine.
What do you see, coke in hand?
Blonde hair flying, laughing sparkling eyes were they blue?
Dancing feet, slender, beguiling and
daring to take on the world where
did those days go?
What I decided on was a quick life-drawing sketch of the female form. I just wanted to display simple, clean lines, nothing complicated.