
I see the world
through a scrim of
books.
I ride on words woven together,
carrying more freight than
just solitary singles, side by side.
Sentences and paragraphs,
pages and chapters.
books – tap feelings and understandings,
echoing the fingers that tapped letters, words, pages –
and built, shaped my mind.
You, with warp and weft of words, created
this floating, flowing, close-woven
jewelled net-lace I ride on and pull
through the ring of my mind,
accepting joyfully your gifts.
Love this Joan!
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Every book lover reading this poem can appreciate your words. Thanks, Joan
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I think this sums up the joy of reading quite nicely. Great post!!
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Wish I’d said that. The poem captures every bookworm’s thoughts/feelings.
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