Poem: Pencils

Let’s celebrate the beginning of the school year and the beginning of the JOY of creative writing with a poem.   It all begins with a pencil…

by Valerie Worth


The rooms in a pencil
are narrow
but elephants, castles, and watermelons
fit in.

In a pencil,
noisy words yell for attention
and quiet words wait their turn.

How did they slip
into such a tight place?
gives them their lunch?

From a broken pencil
an unbroken poem will come!
There is a long story living
in the shortest pencil.

Every word in your
is fearless –
ready to walk the blue tightrope lines.

to teeter and smile down.
Ready to come right out and show you

“…Never forget that the subject is as important as your feeling:  The mud puddle itself is as important as your pleasure in looking at it or splashing through it.  Never let the mud puddle get lost in the poetry – because, in many ways, the mud puddle is the poetry.”

Valerie Worth

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