"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, July 17, 2011

My Broken Pencil

My broken pencil is
a link between
thought and paper,
recording in lead
the voice that speaks
through my hand.
Its eraser editor
worn from the abuse
of correcting
errant verse.
A yellow companion
that sacrifices its core
to allow the expression
of mine.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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