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

Unworthy

Gum litter

Disposed of by

Brush of hand

 

Give me sharpener

Not cheap nor

Ramshackle

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 7 Years Ago


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

Posted 7 Years Ago


This is homespun warmth all in caressing pen strokes.

Posted 7 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 8 Years Ago


Okay...
THAT'S some poetry!
Wow! :D

Posted 8 Years Ago


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

Posted 9 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 9 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 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Tracie Skarbo
Tracie Skarbo

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