Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

White berber.


 

I fear I have outgrown this pencil within my fingertips. As its lead has become dull and no longer leaks words onto the paper laid out before me. Like grape juice on white Berber. Its point breaks each time pressure is applied. Taking with it…the words I used to write so diligently. It has now become bare like the oak in winter.

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5 thoughts on “White berber.

  1. new leaves will grow – that we can trust in.

  2. dokurtybitz on said:

    *hugs* been there, know the feeling

  3. Thanks you both *hugs*

  4. Wow! Quite enjoyed this bit of poetry 🙂

  5. The fallow field of writing…

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