To Abby, and her funny pencil

March 28, 2005 at 6:12 am (Uncategorized)

My pencil is smiling up at me,
revealing thoughts held captive,
turning somersaults as he changes his mind,
ridding himself of perceived error.

He is alternately sharp and dull,
relying on inspiration for work,
and praying for deployment.
Laying in wait while images and syntax race,
yet quickly responding when called to serve.

His stature decreases as life continues,
the honing of his talents and
the consequence of mistakes

Retirement comes only with
the disappearance of creativity,
the absence of invention,
yet still he smiles.


1 Comment

  1. Albert Einstein said,

    This is the one that made me think of Adrian Belew and “Dig Me, But Don’t Bury Me.”

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