Altar of Graphite: A Writer's Reflection
For National Poetry Month 2012 #4
I tried to fashion something
beyond my ken
in the voice of a poet
more eloquent than me,
more word-worthy.
But the voice failed me
as I tried to fashion
haphazard art
from tarnished 2-bit words
crafted from tin.
The bronzed voice cracked and faded
and I was left upon an altar of graphite-
Silent.
copyright/All rights Reserved Audrey Howitt
Graphite is contained in pencils.