(*From late August through end of October, I ran a contest over at WritersCafe.Org called “Why I Write.” The premise of the contest was to write a 250-word essay (or a poem) on why you write.)
Our 1st place winner of the contest is Eagle Poet for poem, The Page. You can check out the writer’s profile/other writings here.
Click on the image to see the original poem.
My pencil, an arrow of expression.
It’s fine, gray, tip the connection
between thought and paper.
A tool breathing life into
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
Mirrors, simultaneously clear
and cluttered, the writer sees
the best and the worst reflecting
from a single lens,
Page creases are miles
of a struggle, telling a story,
each one a marking, of a
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