Pencil

January 25, 2010
I was unlike the hummingbird
hovering – somewhat free.
Scattered, unlike
the number fourteen –
it was concrete.
I was unlike the others
at the bus stop –
man in a power suit and tie,
girl with the freckles.
Unlike a sunburn,
though I have reason to believe
that I’ll leave a mark
somewhere, and fade.





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ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 7, 2010 at 10:14 am
Wow. This is very pretty.
So delicate.
 
Powd3er said...
Feb. 3, 2010 at 11:16 am
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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