The Pencil

When we first met you did not see me as something special,

I was an object, commonplace, and used

My wit was as sharp as yours, yet you saw nothing

I was the wind beneath your wings; even wind gets taken for granted

Day by day you wore me down, but I stood ready by your side,

always

I hope that one day you will come to see me,

as more than a useless tool needed to continue,

I hope to one day be, your outlet of imagination and creativity

for without you I am nothing, but lead and wood ready for writing,

always

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

Very intriguing... Most read that again, then, again. Hm, I like it!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem a lot. The strong description gave life to the pencil.
"I hope to one day be, your outlet of imagination and creativity
for without you I am nothing, but lead and wood ready for writing,
always"
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Stormy Weather]

I like this because you took something that is generally seen as bad; the idea of being used, like a pencil, but made it into something good and consensual; being used to help make something beautiful (that's what I got from it anyway) Very neat.