John Staveley

Bookmark - Poem by John Staveley

This mark states simply “Here is now”.
It settles in each passing age,
Reminds us “We have come this far”;
It even indicates our page.

Within its range the past is known,
The future is a pristine book,
Where we can take the words apart
Or see new meaning with each look.

But never ask what happens to:
The lives we dream but dare not live;
The words we know, but do not use;
The love we have, but cannot give.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Bookmark by John Staveley

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

[Report Error]