So, I lied. I found this poem I wrote a while ago and was told to post it. xD
Slowly, I walk
to your beautiful, colorful shelf.
I life my hand,
slowly tracing the volumes lined around you.
So many insignificant chapters
pointless words
irrelevant messages.
Then I am stopped
as if by an unknown control.
I stroke your spine
reading the words placed there.
Even such wonderful words
seem like nothing compared to the
magic beneath them.
Gently, I pull you out,
slowly turning the first pages.
Finally, I am home.
Slowly, I walk
to your beautiful, colorful shelf.
I life my hand,
slowly tracing the volumes lined around you.
So many insignificant chapters
pointless words
irrelevant messages.
Then I am stopped
as if by an unknown control.
I stroke your spine
reading the words placed there.
Even such wonderful words
seem like nothing compared to the
magic beneath them.
Gently, I pull you out,
slowly turning the first pages.
Finally, I am home.
Me likey! That's really good, Teresa!! Submit it to Quint? :-)
ReplyDeleteHaha, thanks. :D
ReplyDeleteI will eventually pick a few select poems of mine to submit. Lol. I can't submit too many, and I will obviously only submit the ones that suck the least. ;)