Pencils
by Ezzy G. Languzzi
An army of pencils
Surrounded my bed
Was it all just a dream?
Was it all in my head?
Unfurled like a carpet
A rainbow of colors
This army of pencils
Made way for the others
They invaded my thoughts
Permeated my being
Sharpened and crying,
We hear you breathing!
Oh, no you don't, I said.
You're no gift, but a curse
You come when you want
Go, now
Disperse!
In a stupor I battled
Weary and tired
Until I'd pushed every-single-last-one
Into a fire
Beautiful images, Ezzy. A bit scary, too.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading, Tony. It did, actually, scare me quite a bit.
ReplyDeleteNow that is a dream I've never heard of before. I loved your poem. I felt like I was in your dream with you. Wonder if your dream is somehow related to studying!!! haha!
ReplyDeleteGracias, Tara. Sabes lo que yo pienso? I think my dream was trying to tell me to stop being such a coward about my writing and to just write. That's my uneducated analysis! I'm glad you liked it.
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YES! Heed the warning and keep sharing your writing! Your are very talented, Ezzy. It's a shame to keep that all inside. Give us your gifts of poetry any time---love it!
ReplyDeleteQue lindo! This is so beautiful. You made me want to go play with pencils. lol
ReplyDeleteGracias, Amiga. Funny how that happens. Eh? Un abrazote. : )
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