Deciphered
pointed
shaved and peeled by layers
used, always used, sometimes as a decoration
and yet as I am diminished
I create
rooms, art or words...
most often being number two
I’m tested
yet I know I am most reliable
words are my favorite
those that handily fill a page
telling tales, recording memories
often just a soldier
in the draft
easy to erase - mistakes
though I am not at fault
I am just the tool
perhaps the fool, constantly being led?
I get to retire eventually - if I’m not lost
because I am both blind and deaf
often bitten and chewed
on your calendar
please give me the time of day -
oh, do ‘pencil’ me in!
© JP/davh
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/10/10/prompt-126-its-post-your-poems-day/
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
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Pencils are most often our first real tools of self expression. I like the playfulness and the reality. Where would we be without them?
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Lovely. Charming perspective...a lifetime of "being led"- I liked that. :)
ReplyDeleteGood stuff, JP. I'm (almost) always entertained by inanimate object persona poems.
ReplyDeleteSo love the pun at ending.
ReplyDeleteI like the flow, the rhythm and line lengths which remind of the stop/start/go of writing. Pencil is such a wonderful reminder of so many events, particularly as a teacher and watching children work with pencil on words/images - although all more often at keyboard now.
There is such a comfort in holding a pencil. I am left to wonder how many do retire? Where do all those lost pencils go?
Thanks for visit. Thank you for sharing poem.
Ha!! I love that you turned this into a game of clues...I thought for a moment bounty!! I saw soon enough! Thank you for a bit of fun!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem! I guessed it was a pencil and enjoyed your play on words again...
ReplyDeletesmiles...this was fun, and i think captures a humble attitude as well that we can look to...i like pencils personally...perhaps with my history in art...and my ability with it to erase those mistakes....
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