I was conceived inside my author’s brain,
written down on paper, in language plain,
edited and rewritten (at least twice) ……
until (I think) ……..I arrived “quite nice”.
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(Part-2) .The last part is surely a joy when the book finds the lovely care of the old lady. Top Marks Bri for this wonderful poem.
It is the story of a book's journey from its birth to its end! The tears and anguish of a book lying unread and transferred from one place to the other is well portrayed .
It is a very common story, leaving a few fortunate writers, almost all have to suffer....however your presentation and style no doubt attractive....I offer you 10...
Wow! You have certainly portrayed most books' fate, Bri! As much as I love books I couldn't have put it better. Sadly, in most cases we just read a book and put it back on the shelf. Personally, I try to read as many as I can but I don't have time to reread them so I believe they feel exactly like in the poem. Books take us to various worlds and teach us different stuff. But they shouldn't be forgotten though. They need to be passed on in order to keep being alive and serve their purpose. Wonderful! :)
This is just amazing Bri! The story of this book seems so real. Now I feel each book is pulsating with life and ignoring a book and dumping it into a dark corner is hurting it! All books long for human touch! You have imparted 'such feel' into your poem that I read the tale of this book as keenly as reading an impressive biography! Gladly I would give you more than 10 if I could! I have written a poem sounding similar thoughts, though not as effective as this one.... An Agonizing Cry!
A delightful read, Bri. I hope my upcoming book doesn't suffer the same fate.
Groucho Marx said: 'Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside a dog, it's too dark to read.' Five belated stars. We miss you, Bri!