National Poetry Month with a twist~

 Why I Am Not an Artist | 2015 Artist Writer Mashup

Pencil, wrapped lead in painted yellow wood, erasers grant permission to cast away flaws, but the etchings forever scar paper. Pencils, spiky points with their break under pressure tendencies require sharp edges, require metal blades spinning, grinding, molding, chewing and chipping brightness, expose natural nature, wood, soft or hard, light or dark and lead, carbon elemental the creative center a wise gray sheen.

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