Books On a Shelf

Books on a shelf–
words enter my being,
characters worm their way
into my heart and soul,
searing their experiences
into my thoughts and
sharing their memories,
mixing with mine;
living a thousand lives
from the safety of my couch
knowing I’ll never see their
worlds with my eyes–
only through
books on a shelf.

Sharing with Hedgewitch at her blog Verse Escape.

 

I Read

I’m hosting Saturday’s Mix at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie today.  The challenge is to use a Homeric simile in our writing.  Here’s my feeble effort.  I am also sharing with Real Toads for their open link.

I read.

Like a man

at the verge of death,

lost–wandering

through the desert,

drinks with abandon

upon the appearance

of a sparkling spring

until he can take in

no more of the

life sustaining liquid,

so do I devour

the written word.

Word upon word,

page after page,

I gorge myself,

an attempt to satiate

my voracious appetite.

But to what avail?