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lovers of reading
love books;
trailing their fingers along
spines of nestled covers,
in gestures of tactile affection.

book aficionados seek the release
of fresh pressings;
sniffing the ink
as their digits trace fonts,
braille-like, across the pages.

cricked necks tilt,
coy-like, at shop shelves
and their horizontal tyranny;
eyes fixed and searching,
eager for that coveted title
or the gem in the mix.

lovers of books
eat, sleep and nest with their acquisitions,
from table to bed and private nooks;
cascading down stairs or blocking the toaster,
they live surrounded by their collections;
overwhelmed, over-read, and at peace.

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Bibliophile

Contributed by Spike on Saturday, 7th May 2016 @ 09:20:03 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

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lovers of reading
love books;
trailing their fingers along
spines of nestled covers,
in gestures of tactile affection.

book aficionados seek the release
of fresh pressings;
sniffing the ink
as their digits trace fonts,
braille-like, across the pages.

cricked necks tilt,
coy-like, at shop shelves
and their horizontal tyranny;
eyes fixed and searching,
eager for that coveted title
or the gem in the mix.

lovers of books
eat, sleep and nest with their acquisitions,
from table to bed and private nooks;
cascading down stairs or blocking the toaster,
they live surrounded by their collections;
overwhelmed, over-read, and at peace.

Copyright © Spike ... [ 2016-05-07 21:20:03]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Bibliophile (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 7th May 2016 @ 10:58:27 PM AEST
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Beautiful. If I laugh, or if I get teary, or get simply excited, when I read. I hate folk asking me: /'/what was that about?
Leave me alone, I/'/m reading!
The beauty of a book is: it will never be the same to different readers, even if a billion people read it. It belongs to the reader. And that is unique. Look at the painting, /'/An experiment on a bird in an air pump./'/ We know the subject, and we can analyse the thoughts of those in the painting. We all see the same painting. But a book? Now, we never see the same images. Books, when they are well written, are a stroking of the mind. Freedom to imagine.

Re: Bibliophile (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 7th May 2016 @ 11:03:57 PM AEST
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wow
good stuff
indeed!!!

first when I read
as a young boy
i just did

then later
it was explained
in compulsory english
literature
but it was not for me

art history then art
then back to poetry
short-story
and then
back to long long
novels again

you got it so right here
just how it feels
almost in this empty hollow
beyond words

great write Spike!

Peace!

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