That shifting noise, cannot describe it.

A sort of sliding, ear drums subside it.

Listen close, and try to focus,

What is that noise, that will provoke us.

Scratch, must be the noise I hear,

Where are you, you sound so clear.

It starts and stops, when I try to admire,

That little noise, that stops when I tire.

Oh gentle sound, I long to capture,

No one will compete with your gentle stature.

Oh gentle sound, I long to catch,

That godforsaken pencil scratch.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem, on June 10, 2009, to signify how much I love the noise of my pencil, when I write words.

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