Jay Mandeville

Rookie - 2 Points (February 16 / Kansas City, Missouri USA)

Silence Of The Books - Poem by Jay Mandeville

printed books run a risk:
silent, while life shouts.
neglected, despised,
yet a quiet surprise,
when our efforts to read
seem to travel full speed,
rush toward that space
where we phrase our replies.

one book may move us
with a soundless soliloquy,
or noiselessly feign
an arch affability.

another rehearse
with venomous levity,
some rancorous, unresolved
ancestral heresy.

in still other lines
we keenly surmise
a stark human tragedy,
anguish undisguised.

books made of silence
may grow lucid withal:
Life, they explain, might
decipher somehow.

extract, as you read
like the pit from a cherry,
that secret lodged inside
each word pages carry.

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Comments about Silence Of The Books by Jay Mandeville

  • Diane Hine (6/14/2012 8:44:00 PM)

    Wonderfully peaceful, to settle down with a good book. Very nice poem. (Report) Reply

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  • (6/3/2012 3:30:00 PM)

    Nothing like a good book (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 3, 2012

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