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: March 2018
Poetry: the language of life.
A rhyme or rhythm like the days themselves, any time of the week or year, poetry is honesty.
April is Poetry Month. That the month begins under a full moon is as exciting as it is inspiring.
This is a time for open thoughts, reflection, and communication with those you love, those you don’t, and with your own self.
It’s wonderful that Poem Kubili, which has been silent for too long, is coming back; a reawakening of sorts. I look forward to writing again with my international friends. poemkubili.com Poetry matters. You matter.
Poetry Month is always exciting for me. Yes, I often write poetry and prose (some may call it an obsession, but for the entire month of April, I write nothing else.
Each day, every day, you will find my poetic thoughts here on mythosandmarginalia.com
Please drop by when you can as I share my life, my love, and my honesty.
03/31/2018 j.g.l.
by Adela Wilcox
Sometimes there are no words. Nothing comes out right, because we don’t know how to package it.
It’s okay.
The package doesn’t have to be perfect. Whatever the package can’t hold is of no use to you anyway. Anything so brittle that can’t be held by the strength of tears isn’t worthy of the love that formed them.
Sometimes there are no words. We don’t know how to express that which we haven’t connected to within ourselves.
It’s okay.
We find connection in service to each other, and empathy follows. The fragility of the human heart will forge connections which the mind cannot perceive.
Sometimes there are no words. The acts of others seem unfathomable, unconscionable. Inhuman.
It’s okay.
Solidarity arises from the best of our common soul, giving us a common goal, and a common purpose.
Sometimes there are no words. Loss brings us to our knees, leaves us speechless, and humble.
It’s okay.
In time we rebuild. In time we open our hearts again. And in time, we find those words which were once so elusive, and speak them to ourselves when no one else can speak them to us.
©2018 H. Adela Wilcox
Adela Wilcox lives in the beautiful Sierra Nevada Foothills of California. A writer, broadcaster, activist, musician, and gardener, Adela has published two volumes of poetry: Chrysalis Whispers (2010) and Phoenix Landed (2017).
Posted on March 30, 2018 by j.g.lewis // 1 Comment
I can think of few words worthier of National Pencil Day .
Thank you.
It’s simple, a phase of only two words can say so much.
Two words can show how much you care about something that made a difference to you or your life. If we don’t take the time to thank others for their thoughts, or generosity, how will they truly know?
The words, the phrase, the sentiment goes beyond gratitude, and the expression reaches out beyond words.
Thank you.
03/30/2018 j.g.l.
