Made of finest wood
Reshaped - sharpened into perfect one

Holding this stick of wisdom
Its colorlessness speaks

Tracing the marks
Letter of death
Reconstructed uncountable times
Erased words of mime
This work must be blinded
For this pencil sharpened many times

Could I leave marks in permanent
Nor could I not leave
The world with truth unsaid?

Kael

Pencil

Jun 5, 2026

June 2026

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Beauty & Aesthetics - June 2026

Dark & Scary - June 2026

Death & Mortality - June 2026

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ShallowSky

glenn-currier

This poem reminds me a bit of Pablo Neruda and the first book I got of his poems from two dear friends: Ode to Common Things.  Thanks for giving life to this common thing and helping me to appreciate it as well as to understand its limitations.  The last line, of course, is the waker-upper.  Thanks MC Escano.