As the bud opened her arms,
I tried to get close.
I wanted a picture
It cost me a few scars.
I wondered why roses have thorns
The thorny plant replied:
Perhaps you may consider
Even a thorny plant can nurture a rose.
Tall, clean and sharp, they come in shiny boxes.
We draw them out and display their art.
We put them in denim pockets, in rusty boxes and in dusty pouches.
We wear them down and peel them out.
Misplaced, handed over, forgotten, replaced – it’s of no relevance.
They have ensured that they have made their mark.
These pencils have been my silent companions for several years now. A few weeks back, my mother stitched this pencil pouch for keeping them organised, using a few of my old clothes. My pencils have finally found a home – a wonderful one too! 🙂
The changes a pencil undergoes in its lifetime, as well as the transformation of my old clothes into this new pouch are my interpretations for this week’s challenge.
Lightning and thunder play a tug of war
With the most delicate of fibres
Even as torrential rain is contained
Within a tiny vessel
Waves of salty water threaten to flood
The ploughed landscape
Unable to comprehend
Yet desperate to shed the burden
The hand begins to move of its own accord
Meaning manifests through the most unexpected means
The storm recedes
The vessel attains momentary peace
Creative people are often considered temperamental and restless. A lot has been said and written about this. I recently read the phrase “the creative’s curse” somewhere and this poem is my little contribution towards the stereotype.