I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: April 2016
dead pencils
still leave a mark
salvaged from the litter bin
gave most of their everything
from within
now surrounded
by cigarette butts
salad oil tuna tins phone
messages hydro bills coffee
grinds orange peel
rotting spinach or kale
broken
shoelaces leftover pain
a sad refrain
still saving a few scant lines
of sentiment
for a man
and a night
and a poem
for a shadow
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the shape of the mouth
baring teeth
the
brief moment between
laughter
and anger
a snapshot
faded not clear
the smile
exchanged
for tears
all a blur
years later
had I not
known the predicament
I would have thought
she was happy
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Bring me a pencil from
your travels,
so I may fill this empty space
with words I may express
were you here.
A pencil can fill a void,
pressing
thoughts tenderly into paper
so eyes more weary than mine
can see.
Broken or dull, any pencil
will do,
all can be sharpened to make
a point, and every
one has a story.
The pencil says a lot about
wherever
you have been, or what you have
been through. Honesty
always leaves a mark.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
