The pencil’s the thing
that scratches down my cor,
turns me inside out.
But this lead wobbles
like a loose tooth.
That tip is a
splintered dry socket.
And I can’t find a pen.
Word Count: 34
All the One Word Less for Lent 2015 posts are bundled here.
In the stillness,
Sandy
A first line poem starter inspired by an Every Day Poem in my inbox–“The Inventory” by Günter Eich, translated by Joshua Mehigan, author of Accepting the Disaster. Want to play along and maybe have a poem published in an Every Day Ideas e-book that T.S. Poetry Press plans to publish this year? Go here.
Made me smile. Okay, sorry if that’s not what you intended? 🙂
Smiling is exactly what I intended. 🙂
Your apt description of the pencil with its broken, loose tip transported me back to elementary school when all we could write with were pencils; how irritating it was when this happened and we had to make another trip to the sharpener! 🙂 I guess we are all broken pencil points until God sharpens us . . .
Blessings, Sandy!
True that, Martha. I hate making those trips to the sharpener.
No pencil sharpener?? I can think about sharpening a pencil and smell it. It was was worth the trip to the front of the room in school. Look in the bottom of your purse…there’s a pen down there 🙂
Ha. It means I have to find the pencil and then find the sharpener… It’s why I prefer those mechanical pencils. But the disposable ones–and not the ones with replaceable leads because I lose those. And anyway, the leads often snap. I do have a $1500 pen in the bottom of my purse. At least that’s how our attorney described it when we gave it to us.:)