"pencilling" poems
Called-up to muster on the streets,
Lay siege with pencils and paper shields,
Place couplet sentries on every corner,
March in-step with iambic feet,
Shoulder prosaic figures of speech.
Launch antithesis and irony,
Landmine metaphors and similes.
The poets engage guerilla warfare,
Surrounding the body politic
To water board with words and wit.
Our units are indeterminate,
Smearing ink for camouflage.
Be wary of everyone you meet,
Every tree lining your street;
We're making notes in small black pads,
To explicate the nots and haves.
Pens are shovels digging trenches,
Editing walls and blue pencilling fences,
Giving refuge to the marginalized,
From the onslaught of towering directives.
We're parading in our uniforms,
Raising banners, ragged and torn,
Calling on all to weather the storm,
To brace against cyclonic edicts
That swirl and funnel from posturing egots.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC
I sketched a story around my battle between rain and it's contemporary, the wind,
last night.
Drawings outlined with a harsher pencilling , some softer in lucidity.
Can it be,
the entirety of ones journey
from birth till death
is all in the lines of pencilling.
I pencilled my story ,
reinventing possibilities,
what ifs,
if onlys..
Would things have turned out differently ........
Somehow ...
My sketch came out beautifully
.....entirely what it's all meant to be.
Chalkings .......
DK
June 2014
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC