Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Magpie Tale #18-The Voice of The Pencils



This is a post for Magpie Tale (sharpened pencils) hosted by Willow at magpie tale
I wrote a poem this time, it is a fiction trying to have fun looking at the prompt.
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The voice of the pencils calls our wandering mind,
Through echoing lands and echoing humans in wind.
The charm of nature is to be shed,
The beauty and laughter of love are to be heard.
Via the sorrow of fights
And the crown of kings,
We see happy, sad, and wild things.
What dreams shall we pursue?
What hope shall we give?
Ask the pencils,
Follow their believes.
No passion bids us wait,
The voice of the pencils is the voice of our fate.

59 comments:

Mr. Stupid said...

Beautiful poem, Jingle. Loved the ending - "The voice of the pencils is the voice of our fate."
Smiles...

Ocean Girl said...

Beautiful poem and there is so much truth in it. A pencil is sharper than a sword.

Book Bird Dog said...

Lovely poem on the power of the written word to take us far away and into other places.
Book Bird Dog

Jil~Say It With Roses said...

Enjoyed your poem and really liked the way you ended it....My hubby writes wonderful poetry, but the pencil and me....well, we do not have your talent!

I just joined as a follower, so I will be watching for your next poem...
Stay creative,
Jil

Shrinky said...

Ah, lovely poem! Who knows where a pencil can lead the mind, eh?

willow said...

I especially like that last line, Jingle. Nice.

welcome to my world of poetry said...

An excellent poem Jingle, thanks for sharing,

Yvonne.

Caty said...

wonderful poem, Jingle. A pencil can bring about a beautiful, vivid world!

Bachelor said...

Great poem Willow, as always!
:) The Bach

Janice said...

Nicely done, Jingle.

Cinner said...

Very nice Jingle, the pencils can take us anywhere oour mind desires. take care.

Alexis AKA MOM said...

Wow that is beautiful and I agree hits right at the spot.

Great job!

natalee said...

i love that... tha voice of the pencils....wonderful!!!!

Rajlakshmi said...

beautifully expressed... the voice of pencils... well written :)

Helen said...

No wonder writing is such good therapy ~ our fate is reflected in it. Nice Magpie.

The Crooked Tongue said...

Jingle,
I so enjoyed reading this piece. Beautifully done!

Lena said...

Me, too, did enjoy the ending. Power to the pencil!

Sam Liu said...

A delightful and most profound poem indeed, Jingle and a marvellous Magpie Tale! Wishing you a happy Wednesday :D

Susie Jefferson said...

Love it - a very nice and unexpected 'take' on the subject!

I shall read more with interest - and by the way, thanks so much for visiting my Extra Portions blog and leaving a comment. Hugs from the UK.

Maha said...

A thoroughly beautiful poem. Pencils are my absolute passion; I never write with anything but them.

Maha said...

A thoroughly beautiful poem. Pencils are my absolute passion; I never write with anything but them.

Stafford Ray said...

'The voice of the pencils calls our wandering mind'. Oh, and don't they just! Brilliant line.

ModernMom said...

Wonderful poem.thanks for sharing!

Sue J said...

Wonderful. I enjoyed reading it.

susan m hinckley said...

I love the idea of "the voice of the pencils", Jingle. Nice magpie!

Tumblewords: said...

Terrific voice in those pencils! :) Nice read...

blissbait said...

I love this, Jingle! Thank You and Cheers and Namaste. :)

A 2 Z said...

Someone told me that there exists a Museum dedicated to pencils in England. You should send them your poem just to see. I bet they would love it. Thanks for sharing.

Anne-Marie

TALON said...

I love how the pencils have so much power. It's been so much fun reading everyone's take on the photo.

Awesome, Jingle. Like Mr. Stupid, I really like "The voice of the pencils is the voice of our fate".

Jama said...

Beautiful poem!

Luckaa said...

Good poem!

JDaniel4's Mom said...

Youe poem is beautiful. It really is hard to know how a piece will turn out until you sit down to write it.

Just Be Real said...

Very nice Jingle. Thank you for sharing once again a great poem. Blessings.

Crystal Mary said...

And the pencils write it all.
Nothing is too big or too small.
Bless you now my dreaming friend
And of your word, I pray no end.
Love Crystal

tristarfivestar said...

great poem... seriously , no body would think that pencils do so much!
BTW im following you :D

blueviolet said...

That was terrific. I like thinking of it as the voice of the pencils.

Melissa B. said...

I have been charmed by the Voice of the Pencils...over 16 years at Our Humble High School!

Together We Save said...

Great job!! I love it!

Caroline said...

the picture pulls it all together

H said...

You have a way with words. Very evocative!

soundoffreedom said...

nicely done Jingle the last line just sums it all up and is my favorite as well!

heartspell said...

I love how the pencils seem to have a life of their own. We speak through the pencils what is in our hearts. So lovely and inspiring. Thanks for sharing and including me. Heartspell

tekia said...

the power of the pencils, which are the paintbrushes of the writer. together they create wonderful works, like this one. great poem!

Unknown Mami said...

Lovely poem, Jingle. I've read a few entries for this and I am always impressed by everyone's individuality and imagination.

Emmanuel Ibok said...

The beauty of this poem is the fact that if you actually listen to the voice of the pencil, you'll realize "the voice of the pencils is the voice of our fate."

Anonymous said...

lovely association of words, a great poem ; well done jingle. wordwand

Jim said...

I like that pencil holder. Your poem is really nice.

My "prison" is a blog code for going on vacation/holiday. My newer readers aren't aware of that.
If you want to come back you can read the Sample Menus from the link I just put on.

Sorry I confused you.
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morganna said...

A lovely little poem. Thank you for sharing the joy of creating.

one more believer said...

that is a great take on the prompt

hoiden said...

Through echoing lands and echoing humans in wind....
beautiful poem:)

Gretchen said...

That ending line is so powerful - and so true! Great job!

Jenny said...

Lovely!!!

You are very creative :-)

Tina said...

Great images in your poem, Jingle. Nice magpie.

lovetheloop said...

The voice of the pencils certainly is the voice of our fate! And the voice of erasers is the voice of our will.

spacedlaw said...

I found a strange attraction as a child to the shaving of pencils, as if I might uncover treasures, secrets, untold tales...
Well done.

Peach Pit said...

I love this! a poet in ur soul u are!

Oscar said...

The pencils can speak but only through hands,
A grip of description that takes us to lands.
A firmer grasp has it speaking in tongues,
A softer hold plays a song to be sung.
A reason to keep ones point sharp to a tee,
It allows you to speak and a chance to be free.

C.M. Jackson said...

lovely poem and great tale!!

JamieDedes said...

What would we do if our pencils didn't call to us? I like this, Ji! Thanks ...