The Write Choice

I am a pencil
a tool for the poet,
just a number # 2 yellow,
but quite brave when I'm lead,
across ground up pulp
of some trees long since vanished
poetry's oft created
as I crumble my graphite
into grey scattered thoughts
sacrificing my points
for the viewpoints of others
till I'm sharper again
in the grinding machine
which gives me quite a lead-ache
but it's what I was made for,
and mistakes are no problem
I just bend my pink nub,
turning them into shreds
brushed away in an instant
"Eberhard" I can soften
clumsy words into brilliance
longings into love poems,
sadness into release
a good friend to your muse
if you let your thoughts channel
to the grip of your fingers,
down through my wooden stylus,
to be scribbled on paper,
captured there for all ages,
all for 59 cents,
pick me up and dance with me,
over loose leaf we'll quick step,
like great poets before you,
leaping to great conclusions
that move souls to our song.

Reviews

[Caitlin Lea]

Like!! :-D

[poeticpiers]

I make notes in pencil first
Before commiting them to screen
My handwriting is the worst
I think that anyone has seen.
My pencil and my jotting pad
to me are essential tools.
Tools which I have always had
there is no need to learn new rules.
Now I can print quite legibly
on my computer easily.
The internet has set me fre
to share my thoughts poetically.

I like the way you think ivor aka poeticpiers

[Michael G.]

Well written piece and good use of the imagination.
I enjoyed the movement in this poem
Keep writing.