Monday, October 12, 2009

Book and Breviary



Books make fine lovers,

Especially when human ones have disappeared like a mug of my friend Rachel's African Nectar tea.


They allow themselves to be opened--

They invite.

They are full of beautiful words and yet do not chatter aloud--

Nor do they have impossible moods.


They have exactly so many pages--

I always get to know when the end is coming;

And if I reach for them at three in the morning,

They do not close themselves and shift, mumbling, away.


Though they do have spines

That my fingertips fit perfectly,

They do not say my name

As if I had warmed them from within--


And though I love them,

They do not make themselves the night--

Nor diffuse my heart as your presence does

Into your personal, private stars.

___________

15 comments:

Ekanthapadhikan said...

I liked the idea and a great way to put it. But unlike your previous ones, this sounded more like the words just escaped your pen before you could put them together in your usual style.

And there's something waiting for you in my blog. Please pay a visit.

Riot Kitty said...

Pheromone poems! Will there one day be chocolate RK poems? ;)

pheromone girl said...

Wow. Sipping my African Nectar, I can almost FEEL the pages turning.

Shadow said...

how i love your description of books...

Fireblossom said...

Ekanthapadhikan. Darling. Sweetheart. I have, in fact, BEEN to your blog, and am bowled over at receiving my second award from you in a few days. How i ever filled up Word Garden before you arrived is a mystery to me, as most things are. I would certainly have posted about the new award in the several hours since receiving it, if I had not been doodling around in my benighted way, cobbling together this disappointing effort. I can only plead that, when you reach my age a couple of decades or more from now, you may find yourself fortunate, as i do, to even be able to distinguish the toothpaste from the cayenne pepper and not to go wandering off into traffic. We're doing the best we can around here, my dog and i, despite the stares of passersby. Sincerely, your friend Fireblossom.

oOoooh, Choco RK Poems! There just have to be, don't there, Twin!? :-)

That stuff is like catnip, PG. Your rule for sending me some!

Thank you, Shads, as always! :-)

Dulce said...

Hey this is really good! Yes.
What a great description of a book, superb comparison with those we know... yes... very probably a better companion...(together with the dog, of course)
I love your writing QUEEN of words and awards!
Be careful where you keep those things, for soon you'll be getting another one for me!
Sweet hug and nice day!

Fireblossom said...

Sweet Dulce, you are just too good to me by half, but I love it. Whenever you visit and comment, it puts a big smile on my face. If you say I am Queen, then your word goes. As someone once said, "It's good to be Queen!" Can Bosco (my faithful dog) be King, then? I think he'd like that. :-)

Scarlet said...

This is so beautiful I don't want to touch it...but I will. ;)

I love the part about allowing themselves to be open and invite...because I can relate. If we don't open up, how can we be read, understood, devoured?

You're one of my favorite mysteries, Shay! xo

Daryl said...

"They do not close themselves and shift, mumbling, away .. "

guilty as charged but not done intentionally, but more a reflex
xo

staceyjwarner said...

I love this and it made me hope that books will always exist...I fear the day everything is just data and we touch nothing, or smell nothing...I love the smell of books and the way they feel...

much love

Mama Zen said...

Zen poems? MZ poems? I'm flexible.

The image of your heart diffusing into stars is breathtaking. I could see it. Just beautiful.

Cloudia said...

My little novel would like to seduce you, Shay



Aloha, Friend!

Comfort Spiral

JoMo said...

Fantastic! Thank you :)

Pouty Lips said...

Ekanthacritic, Goddess Shay does not let words escape her pen without style. I picture angels whispering in her ear, succubi fighting over who she will choose to channel their innermost feelings, and mortal beings such as myself wishing for just a little bit of her talent. Dare I suggest you don't know enough about poetry to begin to judge?

Vesper said...

Conflicting truths, aren’t they? :-)

Books make fine lovers,
but they
diffuse my heart as your presence does
Into your personal, private stars.


I love it!