The Page

What is a pen or pencil? What is paper? More than just objects, they're tools.

The Page

My pencil, an arrow of expression.

It's fine, gray, tip the connection 

between thought and paper.

A tool breathing life into 

immortalized ideas.

A sword slicing through

what can't be seen, but 

felt. It's eraser, a magic wand 

zapping away fragments 

which don't mesh.

A lever releasing proclamations 

of misunderstood spirit and soul.

Misconceived lines a blueprint,

tape measure gauging the 

distance between conception 

and fulfillment. 

Mirrors, simultaneously clear 

and cluttered, the writer sees 

the best and the worst reflecting 

from a single lens,

panoramic. 

Page creases are miles 

of a struggle, telling a story,

each one a marking, of a 

composite. 

Stray marks indicate steps

walked, easily perceived 

as an unfriendly highway.

My pencil is the ticket, 

gets me from point A 

to point  Z. A pointer sets apart

the narrow pathway

and untraveled road.

A chisel that carves away

the past engraves a new 

future.

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Congratulations on winning the “Why I Write” contest by Carrie Adams Golden. I love your poem.

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

I like the way you describe what writing is to you and the way you feel about it.
I think every writer must have by now wrote a poem about how they feel about writing, and if they haven't they should.
I liked the line at the start

My pencil, an arrow of expression.
It's fine, gray, tip the connection

This was a great poem overall I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing