I remember my first encounters with you
Not my first childish attempts of
What I now know is my full passion
But the first time
The time when I knew this was it
The joy I felt
Holding you close to me
Running my fingers over the mysteries
of your contours
No longer questioning why
I’m drawn to you
And every now and then
When the confines of that
Which I call my world
Threaten to crowd me
Almost as reflex I suppose,
I find myself
In a place
Where walls don’t always exist
And when I’m occasionally selfish
You don’t mind
For you know
The extent of the power
You have over me
When drawn with you
You give worlds of images
All perfectly contained
Within the movements
Of as few
Or as many
Well placed strokes
From my soul
As drawn through you
Nothing beats the feel
No. 2 Soft
dVerse Meeting the Bar
haha i like it…i often write in my journal in pencil giving me the freedom to erase as i need….there is just something about holding a wood pencil as well…smiles.
“….there is just something about holding a wood pencil as well…”
You got it! Thanks Brian.
Raivenne…I’m laughing out loud. I was composing comments as I read this and then when I hit the ending….well, it’s still sensual and I understand the passion and intimacy behind that shared relationship! :0)
It is a relationship indeed 😀 Thanks Victoria.
Raivenne, incredible! After realizing that the title was not a pun on “No, too soft”, I finished with the feeling that this is undoubtedly the first time in my life that I wished I were a pencil.
Hahahaahaa, oh Bob! Thanks.
..ha, no. 2 mongol is my fave too… ‘mongol’ was a local counterpart here… it’s not too dark and not too light… just enough to make better write and sketches… excellent ode to note.. and a good subject picked… smiles…
I remember Mongols from my when I was in school. I use various mediums to express myself these days, but when it comes to sketching it’s always a N. 2 for me. Thanks Kelvin. .
Lovely. I love how pen and pencil allow us to grace our thoughts.
Thank you Anna.
I do prefer the mechanical varieties, pen and pencil, but the pull is the same…
Very true, Mark. Thank you.
This is so funny! I too love the feel of my pencil on paper!
Glad you enjoyed, welcome to the club, Robyn.
Excellent! You had me going in one direction and then the ending…pow…and you’re so right…I’ve always loved those pencils…described the relationship beautifully.
Very clever….such mundane things have poetry all their own 😉
I’m nowadays creating on computer only.. but I can remember the joy of a soft pencil.. there is a flow where there still is a promise of changing your mind a little..
I’m fooled again, thinking of it as a lover. I have the same feeling about those soft pencils. I always pen my original poems with them, and I got through years of school with them as a companion with whom to doodle during boring lectures. :0)
I think you aced the test 🙂
Brilliant, I love this. You make me want to reach for a No2. 🙂
Haha, great idea for a post and beautiful execution of the idea. My handwriting is atrocious but I still have a love affair with the idea of pencils….even just the smell of new ones straight from the box, or pencil shavings….mmm 🙂