By force of stroke
My words lighten.
Each scratch,
A lessening—
Bone on bone
(sans cartilage).
This device,
A writing fixture,
Shaves/Scalps/Cleaves
With surgical precision—
Excess expelled.
Simply—
Lead in.
Crank arm.
Remove.
Check point.
And the cycle renews.
3 comments:
I wrote this after I found the container that catches the pencil sharpener shavings was missing from my classroom this morning. It pissed me off.
Otherwise, I'm going to enjoy the 3 day weekend and probably not post on Monday. We have to follow the rules, right? Have a good weekend everybody!!!
I like the idea of writing about the little things that have an effect on us. This definitely qualifies. I like the first line. I am so taking Monday off too.
I'm happy to see that something good came out of your anger, Mr. Vogelman. I like the metaphor of the pencil as an extension of our body, and the sharpener as the doc: this poem reads like an ode to the writing process to me just as much as it is to the sharpener.
Enjoy the 3 day weekend all!
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