Bibliobibuli

I open my bleary eyes, To the beautiful sheaf of sunlight. Book lying beside me sighs! And whooshing sound of papers rant, as they fly by. Baby! Why you left me without saying good bye! What do I tell you about my epeolatry? With people around, I can’t witter for too long. My lust for the books is just too strong! Slowly, I scud away at the first chance. And skulk into books, before anyone’s glance. Contentment latches the door; the silence is profound. Books, joy and peace all around. My books leave me spellbound. Redolence of papers and ink so sound, It creeps in like ethanol into my mind. Fragrance of musty papers takes my charge, as it surrounds. Inside my self is a loquacious place. Cogent and scrupulous, solving mysteries with authors pace. Don’t you think that I am a dolt! It is just that the story, slowly unfolds. Yes! I feel deeply, I feel fiercely. Yes! I emend, I recapitulate and iterate. Yes! I do read and re read. Yes! I am a book worm and this is my treat. 08/03/2019 The Book Worm Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann