
I am looking down the barrels of
the red pencil sharpener
its holes
big as drainpipes
fat as full moons
flared like the nostrils
of horses;
they are
deep wells
dark tunnels
O-shaped mouths hungry
for pencils
The red pencil sharpener sharpens
my imagination
Zoom Workshop: I am running a writers’ workshop on ‘Sharpening the Imagination’: tools and techniques for doing so. You are invited to attend. It will be a workshop run by the Vienna Writers Club but it will be broadcast from my home state, South Australia. participants can come from any country. It will be run towards the end of January 2021. Details can be found by Googling ‘Sunday Writers Club Vienna’.
That’s great!
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thank you; I’m rather proud of that poem and poems like it that EXALT the everyday 🙂
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Fat as full moons, a brilliant line.
Excellent writing. Well done!
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thank you, Hobbo 🙂
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I love this one, you are such a great wordsmith, one who can turn an ordinary object into such a poem
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thank you, Beth; that’s a lovely comment 🙂
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You workshop details at the Sunday Writers’ Club can be found here:
https://sundaywritersclub.com/workshops/
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thanks Paul; that should do it 🙂
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Genuinely so poetic, and all from gazing down a pencil sharpener. Bravo John!
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that’s the challenge, Matthew, isn’t it: finding the extraordinary in the ordinary 🙂
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You nailed it here John!
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Nice poem.
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Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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They sound like vampire fangs, thirsty for lead. 😉
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I like that; clever 🙂
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I’m writing a vamp story this week, so it was in my mind. My first one. Another story for my rubbish bin collection. 😉 I’ll be sure to recycle.
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good luck with the story; they are always more effort than poems, even the 100 word ones 😦
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