POV Writing Experiment

Point of view study written for a rhetoric class.

A Different Point of View

It’s amazing how many ideas can flow in a minute, an hour, a day. You write and write. Where these things come from, I may never know… I see them fly by though. I see them fly by from my front row seat. I’m pushed along through every curve, straight, and those cute little dots. When a tale is told or a picture unfolds. I see every word, every doodle, every little mistake.

Though as your page grows grey, I slowly waste away. With each brilliant idea that I love to see, I come closer to the day you’ll no longer need me.

I still remember the day I first saw the sun. When you first picked me up. When you first set me down. It took me a while to understand, to see. That your very thoughts were flowing in front of me. But as smart as you are, errors and all, you hardly notice me, even when I was tall.

When you’re done, I’m tossed into bags, thrown on the tables, and pushed onto floors. This is my life day after day, as my time is slowly shaved away. Some people would be bitter if the roles were to swap, but I need to tell you that I certainly am not. For I’ve always known my destiny. One day you will have to replace me.

It’s a pencil’s point of view.