two-minute poetry
there is a point to all actions (the pencil sharpener's song)
I sharpen my pencil for a poem
(now why do I do that?!)
there is a point to every action
whether we see it or not
the unconscious mind is still
the mind we possess; though we may
not realise, it functions with
the same IQ nevertheless.
while the duller blades waver
a keen edge cuts cleanly and true
etching sentiments into the new
paper, not in sand but stone
as erasing that first notion
isn't an option to condone
to sharpen the pencil before the first word
knows instinct to be the finest of swords
I sharpen my pencil for a poem
(now why do I do that?!)
there is a point to every action
whether we see it or not
the unconscious mind is still
the mind we possess; though we may
not realise, it functions with
the same IQ nevertheless.
while the duller blades waver
a keen edge cuts cleanly and true
etching sentiments into the new
paper, not in sand but stone
as erasing that first notion
isn't an option to condone
to sharpen the pencil before the first word
knows instinct to be the finest of swords
posted by Ian russell at 5:17 AM
5 Comments:
With this you sharpened my brain. I like such thoughtful poetry.
erasing that first notion
isn't an option to condone
Thought-provoking indeed. Makes me reflect on the process I go through when I write. ^_^
Thank you. Cheers.
"to sharpen the pencil before the first word
knows instinct to be the finest of swords "
i smile and nod.
thanks! :o)
something
very bad happened -
my pencil is missing
and this cinquian cannot describe
my loss.
Hi, i wandered into our space and I like your introspective and thoughtful style of writing. I have some haiku on my space too and love poetry. Good luck with your blog.
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