Treasure Island

GinNie Tanner Smith

(1948 / Seymor, Indiana)

The Point Is


The Point Is
Gin-Nie Tanner Smith, August 6,2009, Copy Right 2009

I love simple wooden pencils.
The organic feel of it in my fingers,
The tenuous gliding across crisp paper,
The rhythmic, soft scratch as words are formed,
The grain of the wood from which the graphite resides,
The sharp point kept on my instrument of communication,
Seven inches of power enables manifestation of thought,
By written language or non-textual expression,
Poetry, prose, music, reflections of the soul,
Anger, passion, malaise, joy, confusion,
The point found in subtle gray tones,
From a simple wooden pencil.

Submitted: Saturday, March 02, 2013

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Since first being given the gift of a sharpened pencil, I have never been without one and feel naked without one. From doodling, to sketching, to placing upon paper the words from my muse; what a powerful instrument of communication for the heart and soul's expression.

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