WRITER’S PENCIL
Illustrating the world,
my pencil draws the lines.
Does it know where to go?
Makes me wonder sometimes.
Solid gray, dancing through,
it scrolls across the sheet.
Heady strokes, hefty verve
it knows what lines to meet.
My pencil knows “how to.”
It knows just where to go.
Zooming there with grand loops,
but where I do not know.
I follow its journey.
towed by bold-stepping lines.
Rigid gray monotone
in concert with the times.
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
Wow – loved that. You nailed it.
WC
I loved this. Reminds me of a nonet I wrote some time back.
Hi Jo, I really enjoyed this. My favorite is the second verse but the whole thing is great. Take care,
Bob
Wow, I could relate very much to this poem, as pencil has always been my constant companion since I could remember.