So this is a poem entry which means it’s going to cover journal entries but in an artistic way! Can’t wait to share my poetry with ya’ll. These will not feature photos so the words can speak for themselves.
There is turbulance on this plane as my pencil searches for stability by grinding harder against the college ruled notebook. The curves come out jaded as the people around me brace for good will. That was supposed to be a cricle…
The fluidity of loose motion is allowed because of my dis-engaged wrist and light finger grasp.
Listening to one earbud of Chinese music, I am reminded of why I must continue this form of expression despite my whirly circumstances. If I close my eyes, I realizd that there are two children behind me stirring in thier seats, testing my focus.
But all is good as I put the other earbud into place and illustate the passion of the Erhu.
Lining the paper with shades so fine, lost in the dream of my work coming to life and singing me a song so pure.
-Leela Hamm, “The Blindian”
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