Writing Project #1 - Pencils

Pencils

Last stub of wood
Tapered to a tip
Twirl in my fingers
Play in my grip

Scribble on the go
Erase on a whim
Flawless lines
Thick paper thin

Think nothing of it
A dispensable tool
But a stubborn pen
One cardinal fool

Rest assured, its OK
Make your mistake
Keep to yourself and
Share the final take

Rework the world
Reshape the word
Grow as you bend
To tunes absurd

Creating, perfecting
In arty stubby woods
Correcting to freedom
Puny rubbery hoods

And then as I hold
The short sharp stub
I'll begin to write
My fool's last grub

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This is the first of a potential series of posts done as a part of a writing exercise with blogger and friend Nishita Fernandes. The idea is to pick up a random topic and write something on it. The random topic this time was chosen by me: Pencils.

Do check out Nishita's post from the collaboration.

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Other Poems from the Writing Project @ Parched For Rain:

Earrings || Gap || Reluctance || Burn || Insecurity