Pencil on paper
sudden scrawl as
the words come
tumbling out in a rush

graphite scratching
scurry of a point
across a page
leaving a mark

for someone else
to see to read
to think to wonder
something left;

obtuse perceptions
of ourselves for others
a window to our soul?
Never fully revealed

‘voyeurism’; peeping
through keyholes
by knowing others
we know ourselves

So which is; more
lasting, better, more worthwhile
harder work, more useful, round for longer
the discipline of the craftsman

No sweat on brow
calluses, aches, straining muscles
sharp tools, things to show
jobs done, tiredness, no bludging

Rob Greenwood 2003