Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Unexpected Ode

Ode to Pencils

Short and slender,
Long and slender.
You may be
Blunt and dull, 
Or sharp and bright.
Chewed on by boredom,
Monotony and confusion,
You will still 
Erase our mistakes.
Designer of words,
Some beautiful, 
Some ugly.
Authors of letters
To lovers far away.
An Artist’s greatest tool,
Shading and shadowing 
The world’s splendor.
Teaching children 
To hold you,
To start their lives
With you
by their sides.
My fingers wrap
Around you,
Allowing me
To create.

1 comment:

  1. I think it's pretty great that you think about the types of hands that hold the pencil--from you, to artists, to children.

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