There's something about writing with a pencil. When I find the perfect one... the "right" one... my hand fairly flies across the page. The lead should be soft enough to make a satisfying mark, and the ease of erasure removes the anxiety of putting words on the page. A pencil mark is easy to change, and the pencil feels good in my hand. Confident. Easy. Ready to go.
Some time back I wrote this pencil poem, and I don't think I've shared it here, so here goes:
Hug it!
© Karen Eastlund
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2023 Progressive Poem.


