My Boston Brand

A poem about my pencil sharpener

Boston brand
you meet my Ticonderoga,
eating at it like soft tinder, 
moving its lead to sharp point;
perhaps to increase the chance
that word will find
its place once again on paper.

copyright 2011

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Well, after the last few extremely moving writes of yours that I have read today, I just wanted to start at the beginning. I found this, and it is refreshing and real. Oh, if the pencils could effortlessly write.

[Audrey Howitt]

Sometimes, I keep sharpening when the words don't come! Thank you so much for spending time with this and with my other pieces--smiles to you!

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I truly love and feel myself in your words. :)

[Kenneth The Poet]

Stunning.

[FJ Davis]

Words-on-paper, that is the hope; sharp pencils recording even sharper views.
A pensive moment well-captured, Audrey

[.......]

enjoyable read not sure how to say Ticonderoga or what it is.
I enjoyed your write.

[Patches I'm not so new..]

Cute--- a poem about a poet's helper always appreciated Your Muse is smiling!

[Forest Green]

A nice poetic spark...excellent descriptive of the flash of inspiration.

[Different Wings]

ha! clever, nice perspective

[Dream Weaver]

Short and sweet and a clever ode to
a pencil sharpener!

[LoneWolf]

Concision is always admirable, why say more when it can be conveyed so well with so little? I like your poems *smiles*