#2

Confessions of a pencil.

   

I am pencil
I am thin
 there's the cup 
they put me in
my long spine
sharp as wit
draws a line
or shades a bit
  if it's right
more black is bled
  if it's wrong
they rub my head
  there's an ear
I often ride
 there's a mouth
so bite my hide
now and then
I feel the grind
that wears away
my blunt behind
I am rigid
yellow stick
made of wood
no thumb click
long and lean
  I don't bend
the more the write
the more I spend
I realize I have no
joint and lose
my size to
make my
point

Reviews

[justice]

Clever. haha. I really like personification and giving voice to things that cannot speak, so this is right down my alley. It is a fun poem that is very well written. I love the short lines and the careful wording. Thank you for sharing this with me. It is a very good write! All the best!
J

[Pandora]

Wow, it must be hard being pencil......

Anyway great poem creative, and cute.

[Lola Nation]

Adorable and clever!