You were once vast, large and never lied Stretching far and reaching high Now you are a wooden twig Pulled away and Broken by a pig The pig who didn't care for what used to be the magnificent tree who sat in my yard by the garage and the pool In which, you had rule, over all those tiny sapling oaks who now look up and mope Because trees are limited and rigged with beehives, but many see that as the loss of their wives.
This was brought up many times during Earth Day, Pencils. So we owe them and Conrad Gessner, for inventing the pencil. Some people bury their family members in their yards, under a favorite tree, so that is where the last line came from.
Silkiness trickles down my calves Pencil protruding from a puncture wound Yellow woods, stained crimson Oh…. Nothing there
Eyes travel over blooming hair Grassy greens into a sky blue On a sticky afternoon I’m glad she didn’t notice
The pencil finally ends its dance And the figures start to breath Penciled eyes blink, sweet mouths curve Please talk to me
A slender figure dancing on the trees Right outside my window What a curious way to entertain me Why don’t people see?
I hallucinate there’s a world around With people crowding all around I imagine some asking, pleading, begging me Muffled voices murmuring. Wake up darling. Be alive and speak That’s why it’s only a dream
This is the poem i'm proudest of. Glad to post it here.
I collect pencils Small, used and worn They sit in a box on a shelf They are reminders of stories told Companions of bits of my moments which have faded from mind but are found on paper spilled from pencils
god stood by me, he hid in my pocket like a piece of amethyst when i ran he turned into the forest to envelop me his spirits became soft grasses, scented woods and colorful flower
The elderly woman in her garden in the early morning before the sun rises too high. She never sprays chemicals to get rid of the snails, instead she works and plants for and around them. This garden is to celebrate life, not to take it away. The wooden fence bordering her property is low and unoffensive enough to allow through woodland creatures who are never shooed away for taking a walk or a bite through the herbage. Perhaps she is atoning for a life of death and destruction. Or perhaps she is a saint.
They enjoyed things like making forts out of sticks and blankets and cardboard boxes and dressing up and going to the opera.
Memories, fresh like a wound.
Sometimes something so small. Going to the post office. A slideshow of post offices in my life. The disinfected paper smell, the lines of people waiting to mail a package, the solid colors of the interior, gray, black, white. A scrubby short haired black carpet, well worn.
I turned into a set of wings made out of crayon or colored pencil markings. As if pushed and pulled by the wind I stunned through the air, waving in the sunlight, pencil dashes of red and blue and purple. Like an animation from Reading Rainbow.
Thrown and tossed about like a lightweight wale in the sea. An enormous behemoth of grey and blue leaping like a kitten among the waves. It should be terrifying and would be if its teeth were any larger or sharper and if there was not such a happy gleam in its huge eye.
i am a human with words sitting in the pit of my stomach; discarded letters and ink-stained pages litter my skull; empty pens and broken-tipped pencils snap between my teeth; half-full journals stare hopefully from my ribcage but never to be touched again.
i bleed emotions onto paper, and while it might not be beautiful, it is real.
The eraser erased my bad habits While the pencil drew in new ones The glue stick glued on a whole new face As the scissors cut away my background and past The ball point pen then made the changes permanent While the colored pencils shaded in my body The calculator changed my way of thinking As the sharpener grazed over my rough edges Finally, the ruler I had to measure up to your standards Now me and you We walk, talk and think the same Two moving as one I don't even know who I've become What I was before You've changed me more than you'll ever know