All praise to the shortened pencil, the powerless point with which to write, scratching small poems and stories, essays and plays, sticking words on white

All praise to the worn eraser, telling time of thoughts, such lost angles and false prophets of ideas, shifting compass of directions; reconvene, writer, when lost

All praise to the empty page, playground of the possible, and pause before its wonder, for where nothing was now something is, move the rock to find what's under

for #openwrite

https://www.ethicalela.com/july-openwrite-praise-poem/