Michael J. Falotico Poet Rhyme

My Pencil Runs

My pencil plays in my hand....

                                       Outside a card house that can barely stand...

                                             I sketch a paper train on the wall...

                                        Watch it travel from in a frame to the hall...

                                      It passes through pictures from one to another...
                                   
                                     From black and white scenes to colors that flutter...
                               
                                            The card house falls as the train pulls in...

                                      And the path of my pencil tears a paper not thin...

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Gwendolen Song October 27, 2012 at 7:13 PM Yowza! Nice one, Michael! How in the world are you?...I haven't been on fb for a while...I am a granny now! hahah....Were u just sitting in your house when u wrote this one? Just staring at the wall?...super cool! :) gwendolen

Sara Kendrick October 17, 2012 at 9:04 AM Ahh!..Enjoyed reading your work..If for the contest, winners' circle for sure..Thanks for stopping by..I appreciate your kind review...Sara

Karen Deeks October 17, 2012 at 1:22 AM hello... i love how you not only stepped outside the box you positively moved in...a great write to inspire and shake up the grey matter...tyvm karen

Joann Grisetti October 16, 2012 at 6:00 PM I have several strong reactions to your poem. It is good. it has more than one layer. It made me smile! Thanks.

Carol Eastman October 16, 2012 at 1:56 PM The imagery was really cool and imaginative. A very unique write. My favorite type.

Wilma Neels October 16, 2012 at 12:59 PM A gem you penned here MJF, hope the week ahead is treating you well! Enjoy what is left of your Tuesday ;) love & hugs CTH

Debbie Guzzi October 16, 2012 at 9:13 AM Ohh how cool I love a good pencil! Actually haven't had one in a LONG time??? I like a soft lead with lots of yummy black to gray..where are those pencil?? [never mind where are the sharpeners??] Light & Love

Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 16, 2012 at 12:31 AM A DEEP PASSIONATE WRITE MICHAEL LUV .. A SECRET AFFAIR WITH YOUR PENCIL AND PAPER AND CREATIVE POETRY LUV ..AM SO ENGROSSED IN THESE DELICATE LINES .. U TOUCH THE INNER HIDDEN PART OF ME .. JG IS FASCINATED BY YOUR MAGNIFICENT TALENT .. HUGS FROM ACROSS GW .. LOTS OF X0X0 TOO.

Ravi Sathasivam October 15, 2012 at 11:28 PM Excellent. Well penned. Tfs

Jack Ellison October 15, 2012 at 8:59 AM Hmmm! Andrea is suggesting you write one for a contest called "the drunken pencil" LOL Love it... go for it! Cheers, Jack

Nette Onclaud October 15, 2012 at 2:06 AM savoring the great word usage and the meaning behind your flowing piece, michael... enjoyed!..:) huggs

Sukmawati Komala October 15, 2012 at 12:42 AM very nice Michael..enjoy reading it this morning..thank you for your great sharing..have a fabulous day my friend <3<3<3 SK

Bukang Liwayway October 14, 2012 at 10:08 PM very nice write friend Michael... i like it :) have a nice day always!!

Poet Destroyer A October 14, 2012 at 8:25 PM Hello, Michael stopping by to say hi, and that i miss visiting your poems. Sorry I have not been around in days. I'm having a family trauma.. However, i will fully return in a few days, I'm only stopping by to make sure you do not forget me..JK... About your poem: like Arlid once said...pass your pen around.. i do not mind the teary lines... xox~pd

Juniper Lock October 14, 2012 at 6:10 PM yes you are a true poet indeed! Good job, JL

Cory Long October 14, 2012 at 4:00 PM you are a true poet Mr. Michael I love it!! cory

Debra Squyres October 14, 2012 at 3:00 PM Your pencil runs well through this tale...well done !! Thanks for dropping by my page.

Sandra Adams October 14, 2012 at 12:37 PM your pencil travels like a thought through a muse...i like this one!

Russell Sivey October 14, 2012 at 12:24 PM This is a glorious and very meaningful write my friend! I really enjoyed this incredibly delightful and inspiring poem! I love this piece, Great Work!!

David Williams October 14, 2012 at 12:04 PM Michael very well written my friend, a travelling pencil whatever next, hope you had a good weekend...David

Andrea Dietrich October 14, 2012 at 11:24 AM I really like this, Michael. It could be for a contest called the drunken pencil!! Cool idea with it traveling the house!!

Kabuteng P.Ink K. October 14, 2012 at 10:49 AM Well I hope your pencil doesn't run away! Don't let it run off, Michael! reading this sort of reminds me of that sketch project I saw from before, how this ok my memory fails me, blank booklet is passed around the world, where people sketch sceneries in there. There's something dynamic here, I guess with the fluttering of the colors and that train... I somehow also see that train.... ok I better grab me some sleep now... nice reading this poem that made me imagine, Michael!