Jessica Powell

"Doodle"

I used to doodle

in crooked lines

of broken crayons

of scattered finds

of cactus, wildflowers, tumbleweeds

of sunflowers and of blowing breeze.

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I used to doodle

with a heavy clump

of brushes bent in the southern slump

of willows, mosses, overgrown swamps

of hot, humid days cooled at the pond.

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I used to doodle

in complete fluidity

of the line and shapes 

that would appear to me

of red mud palaces that reach the sky

of royal blue hue

the sparkle of dew. 

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I now doodle

with a sense of self

layered from travels and moments felt

of a mixed palette now bright and intense

of a landscape drawn from within. -Jessica Powell