Well Worn Words

Written by: Carrie Richards


Voices are low, where the dust motes unfold Non-descript jackets, and paper-back shores Classics of old, or a best-seller's gold Renaissance bookstore, with bent spinal core Latitude shelves, bouyant with multitudes Autographed copies, fiction and lore Chapters reread, opened with gratitude Mouldy with knowledge, slumbering fiction Sung once again, birthing new attitudes Language and diction, viewed with conviction I find new adventure, swimming through waves Love's old persuation, claims my addiction A place to spend time and stroll down a maze find some conclusion, and leave in a daze
__________________________________________________________________ Terza Rima Sonnet #4 Philosophical Carrie Richards