The Book
the dust
collects
builds
inch by inch
as bystanders
feather touch
glance
dare
to briefly open
the library
so beautiful
elegant
books
align the walls
every genre
in which one
can imagine
the atmosphere
draws people near
if only to inhale
the historic scent
the book of heart
sits upon the shelf
the cover so sensual
enchanting
one must touch
as eyes
read over the title
and opening remarks
so appealing
alluring
the mouth waters
the tongue pleads
to take a taste
the first and second chapter
are so well written
the anticipation of more
makes the mind and body
tingle
ache into the depths
they anxiously await
knowing they must
read this magnificent
story
they turn the page
so much detail
too many pages
the depth
brings forth an
overwhelming feeling
quickly the book
is closed
and placed back
upon the shelf
the craving
so deep within
to be read
into the depths
every page, every chapter
until the end
layer by layer
even the messy
truths
to be dusted off
and held so close
so tightly
If for only
a moment
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Thank you for your lovely words.
I think there are many times where some only scheme the surface of another. Once they realize there are many layers, and so much depth (including the messy truths), they are quickly to move on. Not realizing the true beauty lies so very deep within.
I am so very glad you enjoyed.
excellent poetry i like the line in your poem if only for a moment really cool linda
Thank you, Kindly.
I appreciate your read and shared thoughts.
yeah, I echo most of what D just said, not understanding the rest, lol; only funnin D....SoulWhispers, this is truly astonishing, I'm stunned by your skills and insight; some come here perhaps to learn about poetry (me) while you and a few others, seem to just 'know'....I'm impressed by you, and this write, I don't know who you are...odd feeling in reading your words, just wondering, if you have ever thought about the true meaning of the book, The Great Gatsby, was F Scott Fitzgerald saying that 'true love' is just an illusion, something far off in the distant sea, shining like a light to reach for, but never to hold? You seem so wise, just asking opinion (assuming you read the book) obsessing over the theme, recently....great write, it seems redundant for me to call this so, it is obvious....so much depth, thank you for posting, poet...cheers
Firstly ....your question of the Great Gatsby, had me giggling. Sadly, I have no answers for you.
My heart appreciates your very kind words. Deeply.
I am just me. A passionate soul, that seeks the secret escape of writing in full liberty.
I am not a talented, skilled Poet.
I am a woman which opens the layers of her heart, and allows every emotion-both surfaced & suppressed, every thought, and every want & desire to overflow into her ink.
My humble being is beyond thankful that even one person can appreciate, relate to...and most definitely feel any of my words.
Thank you kind Sir...for taking the time to read my scribbles and sharing beautiful thoughts.