Acrostic mini-sonnet, because I wanted plenty of inspiration for this one!
|Before I started writing on the web,
Erasers kept my poems on the line.
However much my craftsmanship would ebb,
Erasers cleared the way for redesign.
Reliable and flexible in form,
Erasers let my verses bounce around.
Becoming dust on paper, soft and warm,
Obliterated words fell to the ground.
On rubber, iterations came and went,
Kinetic souvenirs of my intent.