Thursday, 7 July 2011

Old Books

Dog eared, tattered things
Spines cracked, as mine might be
By that age, pages dimmed
By years of use, to me
They are paper treasures
Bringing back the past
With leaves that reassure
In being read before, calm
The questioning mind beneath
The weight of well-loved words
Touched by other eyes, read
And thought upon, and loved.

2 comments:

Dave King said...

calm
The questioning mind beneath
The weight of well-loved words
Touched by other eyes, read
And thought upon, and loved.

These lines put it perfectly. The whole poem is a little gem, worth reading over and over.

Wendy Tyler Ryan said...

Their secrets uncovered, revealed
Their meanings transcend, unravel
Their lives tossed, turbulent or steady
Ah, books