Monday, January 11, 2010

Penciling Diamonds

If the pencil still carried
A cold heart of lead
Many nibblers and gnawers
Would surely be dead.
But the core of each stick
Is now darker and liter-
What gemstones are made of,
And still more to a writer.
There is no better tool
To transcribe words of might
Than a thin wooden shell
Housing carbon as graphite.
Just a rough allotrope
Yes, a mere polymorph
That wordsmiths worldwide,
Lay down by the corf.
A literal alchemist
Can bring diamonds about
When they make it a point
To just write them all out!


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