I slipped from crying colored bells,
and to a charming, gentle place.
Crackling spines of papered rice,
were dipped in quills of starless lace.
Leaflets piled birch wood shelves,
and sparkling souls so tightly sealed.
While minds decayed with aging smells,
I felt the rotting city heal.
This is why I'll neve buy a Kindle (or any other electronic book) the intoxicating smell of books is too precious to me. Whether I am the first to caress the silky pages or the last to discover the words resting on their battered softened paper, I enjoy the tactile experience of books. I have met authors and I am speechless when I gaze upon the master of a language I adore.
ReplyDeleteMadi, you are one whom I consider on the way to becoming a true master of words. Everyone knows the words, but you are the one who fits them together in a sequence unthought of by most. Keep providing these challenging puzzles for us. Sometimes, I stumble and the meaning is out of my grasp, but the experience is such a gift. Thank you for sharing a glimpse into your brillant view of the everday world.
Ah, Madison I love this. There is something so intimate and true about holding a book in your hands a reading. For me, I could see the exact same poem on a computer screen as in a book and the experience is completely different. I love old books and have collected many of my favorite poets. Reading through the old masters is like stepping into history. There is nothing like it.
ReplyDeleteOhh, the last line of the poem is so perfectly placed and wirtten. I love it.
ReplyDeleteHello! Thank you so, so much for your kind words on the comment you left me. It means so much. I love love love your blog. Thank you for sharing it!<3 xo, kb
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