Even a pencil eraser can't erase the marks you've left on my heart
Lead point scratching
Pink eraser scrubbing,
Ticking time catching
My eyes, I'm rubbing
Inspiration sparing
Rhyme and word fighting,
White lines staring
Thumb and finger writing
Yellow #2 shrinking
Lines ever darkening,
My eyelids blinking
My mind harkening
Hours ever zooming
Crumpled paper piling,
Good enough is looming
I find myself smiling.
On my first day
I met a new friend.
We had the same new sneakers
And sharpened pencils
And coloring books
And backpacks
And French braids
And rulers
And we smelled the same smells of our school.
My pencil eraser broke off and fell to the old wooden floor when I erased my drawing too hard
And she picked it up
And said, “I’ll never forget you.”
Were to go without paper
I'd never need
A pen or a ruler
of useful mead
That pencil, eraser
or stapler alike
Are ransom to all
a paper knows rike
And likened to glue
and compass that might
Encircle for hours
a drawings delight
To top with direction
and set square on site
In measure of paper
and cosmo of light
To fill in each marker
with color or sprite
And add to their flavor
a paper draws tight
In dwell of their union
each paper holds rite
To bring into stores
a paper grown sight
Were to go without paper
I'd never need
A pen or a ruler
of useful mead
That pencil, eraser
and stapler alike
Are ransom to all
a paper knows rike
And likened to glue
and compass that might
Encircle for hours
a drawings delight
To top with direction
and set square of site
And measure each paper
in cosmo of light
To fill with each marker
in color and sprite
And add to their flavor
a paper draws tight
In dwell of their union
a paper holds rite
When bringing to stores
a paper grown sight
It's the letter of a lover,
Written to his lady bird;
Emotions are filled in it,
And there's meaning in every word.
Be my pencil says the lover,
And I will be your eraser;
We are just like them,
Incomplete without each other.
I will erase your griefs,
And be your comforter;
I will sharp your life,
Just like a sharpener.
Being there in every line,
I will not let you fail;
Whenever you would need me,
I will be your scale.
In this heart of mine,
Before beating it stops,
If you be my pencil,
I will keep you in that box.
Thanks to all those that stopped by and everyone who remembered us in prayer..
I will say thanks personally tomorrow or Thursday..I have to go to bed for I got up at 4:15 this morning..
The surgery went okay..The doctor got all the stones on both sides..They were all in the tubes..The doctor could not use the machine that breaks up the stones..He had to go in with a cystoscope instrument and a laser..He used the laser to break up the stones..One was about as big as a # 2 Pencil eraser and the others smaller..He had to put tubes on both sides to keep the tubes open to prevent them from closing up and blocking his kidneys ...He will remove one in a week and the other one in two weeks..He will have to be hospitalized again on the second one's removal..
Thanks again on your visits and comments..
Sara
I hold this eraser in my hand
with a whale on it
smiling above the two lines that mark the waves
and the name of the brand
to erase and be erased
is written beneath the beady eyed whale.
A line to make it smile
two to make its universe
no colours have these waves
and the whale smiles for not being blue.
Its tail has already dissolved
along with the last letter of the brand name
in the words of lead
written in thoughtlessness
by 'wanton children'.
To undo a child's folly
must this smile be gone?
These waves and a big name all?
For Man who erred in words
and dissolved my whale's innocent little world
in words?
What in heaven's name would we ever do, oft' I wonder,
If not for the humble pencil eraser to correct our every blunder!
Plaudits to Mr. Hyman Lipman for his inventive intellect,
For patenting this mundane gizmo for our errors to correct!
A pencil eraser is also useful for musing bards to chew on,
While striving to concoct verse when their cleverness is nearly gone!
I've even observed folks surreptitiously cleaning both of their ears
With a pencil eraser that would cause alarm to an otic doc and his peers!
A weekend golfer's pencil is sans an eraser and for good reason I suppose,
Otherwise, with certain "adjustments" to their scores they would all be pros!
In this enlightened and technological age, correcting mistakes is much neater.
No eraser needed - just click a button on the computer called a "deleter!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Honorable Mention in the "Rub It Out" Contest - June 2010
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