Tones of Grey

Tones of Grey

A Poem by Tracie Skarbo

Give me graphite

Smooth writing

Grey tones

Which scrape pages

With pulsating

Pleasure full

Sound whispers


Those best heard

In the dead of night

By candlelight

Reflecting off

Dream visions

Of grand possibility


Give me pink nubs

To rub-wash

That deemed


Gum litter

Disposed of by

Brush of hand


Give me sharpener

Not cheap nor


But that whose

Blades deft sureness

Curls the grain

Bringing wafts of

Virgin wood scent and

Exposing point of tip

To thoughts


Give me reams

Of paper

On which to pull

Points across

With swoops and whirls

As though within

A graceful

Word ballet


Give me candle flicker

Surrounded by

Soft stillness

So I may hear

The whispers

Of muse

And deliver

The tones

Of her brushstrokes



© 2011 Tracie Skarbo

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As you fly over the hills and through the vales,
I see you as a poem, a poem in the process.
As you run, flyling oer the turf, you smile and
my day is complete--- I can sit by the fire with
my jug of merlot and toast you, the pretty girl
I know, the girl who finds poetry in her flying.
----- Eagle Cruagh

Posted 10 Years Ago

I think I'm going to read religiously this every time before I start writing!

Posted 10 Years Ago

This is homespun warmth all in caressing pen strokes.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Poetic, and evocative of the poet's methods and thoughts. I almost always write poems in pencil, with an eraser on the end of it. I use a sharp knife to sharpen the pencil though...I like the rustic look and feel of a pencil sharpened by a knife. Your descriptions here are poetic and pertinent. A good, flowing piece of poetic prose.

Posted 11 Years Ago

THAT'S some poetry!
Wow! :D

Posted 12 Years Ago

Wow! I will never look at a pencil and paper the same again. Beautiful!

Posted 12 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

We receive
Your gentle brushstrokes
With the honour
Of knowing
They ring true
To us.

Posted 12 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

give me poetry that lingers in the long night; give me the praise of her quiet sigh; give me memory to carry me across these winter days; oh, give me...

Posted 12 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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8 Reviews
Added on February 7, 2011
Last Updated on February 7, 2011


Tracie Skarbo
Tracie Skarbo


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