A Bookmark Follows

Behind every cover is an untold story
Characters come and go
Foreign settings become familiar
The plot thickens before it gets thinner
A bookmark follows

Some chapters take their time
Filling the soul with something that was not there
Others pass through during the night
Their purpose served
A bookmark follows

When there is shortness of breath
No more patience in the tank
No reason to keep swimming
The story about to drown
A bookmark follows

Always there for guidance
Like a star in the sky
Full of clarity and reassurance
For the times you want to look back
A bookmark follows

The pace picks up
It is impossible to put down
A promise is kept
Off to the races
A bookmark follows

Words make the jump
Sentences clear the hurdle
Paragraphs stick the landing
Chapters finish the race
A bookmark follows

Look around as the plot gets thinner
Survey what is left and what was right
As pages transfer their weight in your hands
From what was right to what is left
A bookmark follows

The final period
Keeps the light on
Closes the door
Goes home
Will the bookmark follow

A new cover cracked open like an egg
Oozing with potential
Sprawled across the red carpet
Laid out on the greener grass
A new bookmark follows

The characters are caricatures
The setting is unsettling
The plot is an afterthought
The diction is fiction
A new bookmark follows

It is a juggling act
Too hard for the circus
Does the latter disappear
Like Houdini from the atmosphere
A new bookmark follows

Words cannot make the jump
Sentences cannot clear the hurdle
Paragraphs cannot stick the landing
Chapters cannot finish the race
A new bookmark follows

The story is a runaway train
Going in circles
Until it opens the door
To the only thing that can keep it on track
A bookmark follows

With the door blown open
The light was shining through
Sitting there waiting
Knowing it was true
A bookmark follows

The chain continues to multiply
As the shelf makes way for new additions
Without forgetting its subtractions
For it will never be divided
A bookmark follows

So find a bookmark to hold you in place
Lean on it when you cannot go any further
Carry it around and let it hover
Because it cares more about the story than it does the cover
A bookmark follows

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About Paul

This is the part where I'm supposed to write something interesting about myself and you'll read it and think, "That's not that interesting." So let's not do that and just think about pizza instead, on the count of three. One, two, three. Donuts. Now, wasn't that interesting?
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23 Responses to A Bookmark Follows

  1. rebbit7 says:

    Nice! Very meta of you to reflect on literature through poetry. I take it that you’re trying your hand at writing poems on this blog? Keep it up!

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  2. Squid says:

    Reblogged this on Squid's Cup of Tea and commented:
    Really makes you reevaluate how we read, why we read, and what what we read really means. And it emphasizes how amazing bookmarks are. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Barb Knowles says:

    Oozing with potential……my favorite line. This could be delivered as a rap, too. i know you’ve done that before and I found myself reading to that beat. I also found myself wondering if you are writing about reading, or about your life, or about both and more. Keep going. 🙂

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    • Paul says:

      Haha I’ll have to read through this as if it’s a rap. I’m not really sure myself what I’m writing about. I think it’s a combination of a bunch of things. Maybe I’ll make a post to explain it better.

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      • Barb Knowles says:

        I think everyone brings themselves and their own perceptions to any book, poem, musical piece, painting, etc. Maybe I read about my life in there. It is very interesting to see why an author or musician or artist created their piece. Reading interviews they seem rather surprised that people saw different things (I don’t know if I’m articulating that well). And I’m sure that you feel this way, too, but so often, as I’m writing, the article/post takes on a life of its own. And I end up writing about a very different point of view than I originally intended.

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      • Paul says:

        I know exactly what you mean. Your almost taking the words out of my mouth of what I intend to put in my next post. I feel like if I can write something abstract enough then its meaning could mean something different to everyone.

        Liked by 1 person

      • Barb Knowles says:

        So is your next post going to be Barb’s post on Paul’s? Or Paul’s post on Barb’s? Here we go again 😂

        Liked by 1 person

      • Paul says:

        I was gonna say…we might have the debut of Paul’s Blog ft. Barb, but I’d never admit to that

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  4. Barb Knowles says:

    And I hate that we can’t edit our comments. I’m reading mine above and want to correct the errors. So annoying.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. I hate that I can’t praise you better with my comment other than to say…outstanding post, Paul! Really, nicely done. :O)

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Little Rants says:

    I love how you’re doing poetry these days👍

    Liked by 1 person

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