The pencil grasps the hand
And passion flows out
Creating beauty; your piece is alive.
You force the pen into your hand.
And state facts,
Creating nonsense; your piece is not dead.
It never existed.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Two Ways To Write
The pencil grasps the hand
And passion flows out
Creating beauty; your piece is alive.
You force the pen into your hand.
And state facts,
Creating nonsense; your piece is not dead.
It never existed.
Posted by shineliketinfoil at 8:06 AM
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4 comments:
I really like this piece because it's so true (the second is how I feel right now doing make-up homework haha). You used really nice diction and I like how the ending is a little bit of a twist, but also thought-provoking.
Great Work :]
I love the line "your piece is alive"
This simple poem creates a big image for me: I picture a pencil doodling by itself on a notebook and creating pretty pictures.
the last line is excellent. i like the parallel form in which the entirity of the poem is constructed in. overall it is thoughtful and very relatable.
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