Erase This!

I was looking for something to write about and this is what I found : A pencil eraser being used on an art project that it doesn't like. So I tried tell me what you think :)

A unique painting just about to be finished 

Nothing seems to be wrong 

A splashing of soothing blues 

And a vibrant shades of red descending through

This awe-striking colors flowing 

The true expression the drawing shown

Yet something seems to be wrong 

Something is coming.......

Is that a eraser coming near?

To foil the very lines 

Of a captivating work of graphic proportions 

It is coming to destroy the textile of this drawing

Its comes with vengeance against the paper

Scratching, Erasing, Back and Forth

Making the marks disappear faster than they appeared

Erasing the memory of dramatic emotions that lay

Harder and harder its tries to overpower the strokes

It wont be happy until the deed is down

A blank page it will be when it has won

For the pain the artist must suffer 

For now the eraser has gotten rid of all the imperfections 

Now it is the pencils turn 

To the powers which it was anointed 

For the power of the the precious point

"To draw or not to draw that is up to the eraser"

Reviews

[Lokesh]

"It comes with vengeance against the paper
Scratching, Erasing, Back and Forth
Making the marks disappear faster than they appeared
Erasing the memory of dramatic emotions that lay"
I love this stanza. It describes the eraser perfectly. And in this poem there are unnecessary "s". Please type your poems patiently.
-Swargasmith

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the thoughts and the desire in this poem.
"To draw or not to draw that is up to the eraser"
Hard to get started. Easy to erase. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[rivers]

Now there is how the inner conflict of opined disclosure is resolved. An eraser!!!
This speaks volumes about the process. Once upon a time I wrote something called "Black Ink Maze"...We shared similar thoughts shared in different ways... I found here in this moment, by myself with a giant pencil , grasped in my clinched fist...Eraser down to the page peeling away the paper from my tablet when the past just wouldn't go away. Your last stanza is money...and the final line says it all...

"To draw or not to draw that is up to the eraser" in my case the delete button...I should use it more often. Thanks for this eraser moment...priceless.