Christa Lou


Borrowing A Book - Poem by Christa Lou

Your skin is freckled with neon-yellow highlighter
Ballpoint ink spiders across your cobweb eyes.
When you talk your lips are coated with yesteryear
(“The wise are never good, and the good never wise”)

I folded my heart in your dusty pages
And when I came back to collect it
There was nothing left in the place that it marked
Except a fading, pressed cowslip.

Topic(s) of this poem: books, heartbreak, lost love, love


Comments about Borrowing A Book by Christa Lou

  • Bharati Nayak (8/29/2015 8:36:00 AM)


    I folded my heart in your dusty pages
    And when I came back to collect it
    There was nothing left in the place that it marked
    Except a fading, pressed cowslip- - - - - - We go back to the moments we cherish most because they are memorable like the lovely lines we read in a book and mark them with high lighter so that we can catch them when we require.But with time some events may change and we find that it is not what it was.
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  • Geoffrey Fafard (8/29/2015 12:35:00 AM)


    Christa… This is so good and you are just starting.You will now not be able to stop but this is indeed a poets thing.
    A lot of mystery.An enchanting play with words.Great work.
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    Christa Lou Christa Lou (8/29/2015 3:51:00 AM)

    Thank you so much :)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 28, 2015



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