Ode to my Sketchbook

(a playful love poem)

I love your lovely thick spine

And your shiny blank white pages.

When I open you,

It’s like a portal into my imagination.

Oh, how I just love all your one hundred pages,

And to look at my thoughts within you.

When I see you,

I have this urge to pick up a pencil and draw.

If there was only one book I could keep,

I would be YOU.

Whoops.

Now your pages are full.

Time for a new sketchbook.

Goodbye.