Ode.
From the Blog randomlyabstract To pencils, who have always stayed by man’s side enabling expression of emotions and their extermination. The pencils which, whine not whence you need them at two in the morning or say four, sleep not without you safely tucked in bed. Pencils that die inch by inch, tending an artist’s turmoil or a writer’s ruckus with a smoke of grey or graphite crushed, and designs– oh such! Pencils. Do you see not how they aid an ailing heart, a studious kid, a busy clerk? Out on paper, they run until you’re tired resting only in your nearest drawer after work. Written in response to today’s poetry challenge which asked us to write an ode to something in our “drawer”. Filed under: 2015, Poems and poetry pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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