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Monday, July 7, 2014

Book/ Lover

I was keen to find God,
but books were closer at hand;
so I kissed words through indigo, blue, azure, 
and on until daylight.

If only your shirt were on the chair,
and your body next to mine in the soft dip of my bed;
honey, if you were close at hand,
then I wouldn't need books at all. 

 

19 comments:

  1. or cable or blogs or food... okay, maybe food...

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  2. I love this perfectly carved gemstone of a poem. Not a wasted word.
    "Good composition is like a suspension bridge - each line adds strength and takes none away." Robert Henri


    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^= <3

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  3. I've found books to be kinder, generally speaking, than God or errant bodies. The ones I love never seem to run off my bookshelves or change into other books and stuff. Not that I want to rain on this lovely love poem--it says what the heart wants honestly and with great tenderness.

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  4. I'd still need books, but a warm body close at hand could certainly distract me for a time!

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  5. Such excellent movement from the first to second stanza. I wonder how much a love of books is a longing for human connection after all.

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  6. Weeeellll, I can't imagine never needing books AT ALL. There's only so much love can do (I speak from 41 years of bondage...oops, I meant marriage...Ha!) My favorite Bible verse is John 1:1 - "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." Too cool. xo

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  7. Oh, yes, speak to my heart- love books, love my lover! Has to be both though.

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  8. When my 7 kg. HOT body closes to mom's leg. She really want to PURR ;)

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  9. Books are an escape, for sure...

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  10. ... hi from AB, Canada ... just found your blog ... this poem moves me to tears ... be well, eh? Love, cat.

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  11. So true...books can never replace the real thing:~)

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  12. …the shades of night as morning blinks is really cool - and the poem's "to the point" second stanza is a great compliment to the "dreamy" first one.

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  13. **so I kissed words through indigo, blue, azure**

    I've missed your syllables! xx

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