What remains to be seen, outside the letters, punctuation (or lack thereof), and emotion that spills out onto the page, is a reality to be experienced. The colours are there — even in a black and white medium of pencil or ink — should you choose to allow yourself to be swayed by another human’s representation of what life was like in the time it was written. In past or present tense, it makes up for common sense. Poetry is like life itself. Poetry keeps us alive and wondering, whether we know it or not.
It is National Pencil Day, an annual event to honour one of history’s greatest inventions. Just think of all the things you can do with a pencil. Your first complete sentence was probably written with a pencil. Yes, you may have learned individual letters with a crayon, but it was with a pencil that we all practiced the art of basic written communication. How amazing is that! A pencil is forgiving. It knows you will make mistakes, and easily accommodates. A pencil allows you to make a mark, and to correct it if you feel the need. Write on.
Where is never precise nor permanent, altered before you know it. It simply takes place. When is as much a why, and for each we should be thankful. 03/28/2024 j.g.l.
We remain limited by the black and white realities of daily existence. Especially on the mostly grey days of late, we are challenged with thoughts greater than our mental landscape can perceive. We function (at times marginally), amidst rules, laws, ever-present restrictions and ideological hangups often holding back our technicolor dreams and bold creative intentions. We seek the colour that doesn’t seem to exist as we struggle through the remaining days of a winter-like spring. We can only hope, right now, for colour. As subjective as it is, our view should be more open to interpretation. Think past the black and white. It matters.
What remains to be seen, outside the letters, punctuation (or lack thereof), and emotion that spills out onto the page, is a reality to be experienced.
