Yellow Whatchamacallit

Smooth bright yellow six-sided comfort grip,
Find them on my desk, table, bag or even adorning my glorious mane.

Graphite comfort on my notebook pages as words become phrases,
They glide and stride from my mind unto the smooth receiving paper.

Trust you more than all this modern technology that bogs me down,
Freedom to doodle or explore the next solicitous declaration as I await my muse to flow through me.

Charcoal gray swishes across the pages giving meaning to my thoughts and desires,
Elbowroom I need to script my way to the next unrestrained interpretation.

Flexibility you grant me to change what is produced,
License for the copy righted proof that it was from my own hand and mind I wrote these words.

No longer in school, but it is a part of my entrenched education,
Yes, I could live without it, but nowhere else can mind and fingers come as one to create such thoughtful beauty.

No need for sparkles or pictures to distract me
Just a simple leaded pencil to take me on my next written journey.

 

Thanks for the challenge dverse.

I am – day 30 of April

I am God’s beautiful womanly creation.
I am my parent’s dutiful loving, but stubborn daughter.
I am my siblings air of positivity, I won’t put up with their shit, but I love them older sister.
I am my nieces and nephews aunt, second disciplinarian,  guide, confidant, Tia can I get a dollar and get their mom’s off their back freedom card.
I am my students educator, caregiver, counselor, reminder of what they need in the future,  wipe their nose, clean their booboos, and informer of upcoming events in their lives.
I am my friends sounding board, hang out buddy,  hand holding, tear wiping,  rip roaring jokester, can’t believe you said that, drinks after work mate, tell them the truth even when it hurts, encourager to go explore what their heart desires.
I am my loves, breakfast, brunch, lunch and dinner companion, baby can we talk a minute,  gaze into each other’s eyes without speaking and know what the other wants, the ears to hear the rant against their boss, co-workers, family, friends or strangers, unconditional support, the arms to hug and hold them through the easiest of days or the hardest of night, love them even when they don’t love themselves.
I am many things to many people, but the one thing I am not is a COLOR, so please keep that label in a tied up box in the deepest ocean under a volcano.
I am many things, but I am not a color.