thrills are to be had
secrets need revealing
wonders beg unraveling
truths urge to be told
revelations
dark and light
constrained in the
pristine symmetry of
new, freshly sharpened
shiny-yellow pencil
just above the perfectly
honed greyish tip
peach-fuzz wisps of wood
cling gently, smell of pine
tickle fingers excitedly
anticipation
cylindrically contained
wisdom waits for dispensing
tales of life crave to regale;
ideas yearn to be rendered
philosophies chafe
to be revealed
slices of life,
snapshots in time
narrow, wooden
repository of wisdom
covenant ark of perceptions
woven tightly between
two fingers, thumb
pristine, freshly sharpened,
primal and fearless
my shiny yellow pencil
poet selfie stick.
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2017
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Ponderable polemics, poetic 