There they stand <br />all bunched together <br />in a black coffee mug. <br /> <br />Most of them are the standard yellow, <br />but, one is red, <br />three are pale blue with yellow bunnies, and <br />two are green with pink hearts. <br />All have a proud pink nub on the top. <br /> <br />They gather stoically - <br />their potential <br />hidden in their innards, <br />waiting to be pointed towards <br />a thought. <br /> <br />They sit, <br />nonchalantly mute, <br />until grasped by <br />fingers with white tipped nails, <br />or <br />fingers with dirt-caked <br />knuckles. <br /> <br />It is amazing to watch <br />when <br />a pencil is <br />deliberately <br />picked up and aimed. <br /> <br />Somehow, without a cord, <br />or a memory card, <br />or one little megabyte, <br /> <br />magic begins <br />as pencil <br />meets <br />paper.<br /><br />Debra Kemper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arrows-of-thought/
