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
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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Yeah I’m going to write poems until people tell me to stop haha.
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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. 🙂
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Thanks for the reblog!
Don’t forget to look for alternate meanings in the poem too, other than just about reading!
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Absolutely, it needed to be rebogged!
Definitely, what poem has only one meaning? 🙂 I love deep poems that keep you thinking for days…
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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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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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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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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.
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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 😂
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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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Exactly.
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And I hate that we can’t edit our comments. I’m reading mine above and want to correct the errors. So annoying.
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I fixed it
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Show-off.
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I hate that I can’t praise you better with my comment other than to say…outstanding post, Paul! Really, nicely done. :O)
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Thanks Paul! I appreciate it.
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Your welcome. It was well written.
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I love how you’re doing poetry these days👍
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Thanks! I can only hope people enjoy them
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They do.
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Very very nice
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Thanks! 🙂
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