Like Bookends
Without books
they lay
aside
An empty space
No treatise here
nor commerce
No tight bound spine or dusty cover
Nor leafy paged tome that
echoes
the chatter of a thousand
Noisy dreams
Just space,
Blank as an empty page
Only the passing of time and
Dog eared familiarity
Scribe a faint hand
A book shudders
Under the weight of a flickering
Lamp
The bookends turn
then
Tumble into the
percale
void
good write, thanks, I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Empty space! ! Noisy Dreams. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Glad you liked it, read a few of yours to day, thanks for comments