young pencil marks

my wall

is discolored:

graphite squiggles

of a pudgy hand,

deliciously dimpled,

crimped around

a stubby blue pencil,

the other leaving faint

smudges on the wall-

of you,

of three year old

thoughts,

of the afternoon’s

last lights,

shadows

that crush

time

to fit

that small, young grip.

P.S: Linked to  Trifecta Writing Challenge (http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/12/trifecta-week-fifty-four.html). This week’s word is:

CRUSH (transitive verb) having the meaning: to reduce to particles by pounding or grinding <crush rock>

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24 Responses to young pencil marks

  1. Draug419 says:

    I do love this. (: A very precious slice of life.

  2. balchan says:

    Shabaasshh ! This is what one refers to as drawing a picture with letters, instead of brush strokes.

  3. rashmenon says:

    🙂 happy to hear that, balchan

  4. ‘afternoon’s last lights, shadows that crush time’ beautiful!

  5. Katie says:

    This is beautiful, you really capture a moment in just a few words.

  6. Annabelle says:

    Lovely. I particularly like how the images themselves are of the messy, clumsy bits of childhood but the overall effect is so, so sweet.

  7. jannatwrites says:

    I like how you captured the essence of a three-year-old, and especially liked the crushing time phrase.

  8. joetwo says:

    Following the light. Nicely done!

  9. iasoupmama says:

    Lovely poem! One of my twins is a wall scribbler. I have no idea where she finds crayons and such, but she does.

  10. Brian Benoit says:

    Great sound to this, “Deliciously dimpled” “Crimped” — and that last image was great. This is definitely up there with my favorites this week!

  11. habibadanyal says:

    Full of love and all the emotions that only a mother’s heart can hold. I could feel it.

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