About the Poem
I sharpened a pencil for 5 minutes, just wondering why I was doing it, wondering why I needed to do it. I have since come to believe that all things have a mind, or at least a voice, kind of like some Asian originated religion. There has to be a reason for everything, I think.
|by Philip Zemler|
|Broken beyond belief, he seeks aid.
Grating against the symbiotic benefactor,
He improves his life, he makes himself useful.
He leaves behind his past in a small unobtrusive pile.
Sharpened beyond belief, to again leave his mark upon the world,
The pencil slowly pulls away from the sharpener