My Eraser's  Gone

My Eraser's Gone

A Poem by Tasha

The thing I kept so close to me
is gone,
misplaced,
I don't know what happened to it
my eraser has disappeared,
now I have to be perfect,
and make no mistakes;
all because my erasers gone
I must live a dull life
without color
or spark!
because I can't erase
bad decisions from my past,
without my eraser
I'm boring like waiting on
paint to dry,
my life is like a slow breeze,
a horrible memory,
that can't be fixed,
all because my eraser's gone

© 2011 Tasha


Author's Note

 Tasha
A friend on another writing site suggested to write about losing a(n) eraser, and I came up with this.

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Interesting take on your friend's suggestion. I like the idea of having to be perfect because you can't fix your mistakes. It seemed like the lines "I'm bored like waiting on / paint to dry" were separated in a weird place, which made them kind of choppy.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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This is wonderful, and creative
I enjoyed this piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is very nicely put together, as you took the idea of simply misplacing a utensil to losing a piece of yourself. Very well done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting take on your friend's suggestion. I like the idea of having to be perfect because you can't fix your mistakes. It seemed like the lines "I'm bored like waiting on / paint to dry" were separated in a weird place, which made them kind of choppy.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Good effort here, for this reader. I really like the concept.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love how you use an eraser as a metaphor, but it can be in a literal sense OR as something to erase the past. Brilliant, really.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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