An analogue instrument,
we all have dealt.
Memories of school,
a drawing tool,

How often thought,
how often bought,
to draw or write,
on a paper white,

after graduating,
in the free time thing,
modernization,
pencil dissipation

it is of us a part,
to do some art,
Doodeling here,
tokens just appear,

Digitalization,
Distancation,
Distraction,
always action.

Handwriting,
a rare thing,
An art in itself,
old notes in the shelf.

I miss the pencil,
and I lack all skill,
to draw and design,
it is like a shrine,

words come eventually,
and I deep dive fully,
Pencil paper poetry,
to whatever I see.

Happy 30th March – the day of the pencil.