Curled Up With Shakespeare
I was curled up
with Shakespeare
on frayed pages
with dog ears
marveling
at the depth of words
nuances read
between lines
knowing that
many hands
had turned
the same pages
reaching
different conclusions
and evoking
myriads of emotion
my fingers
touched the spine
shivering
with history
connected
through thought
and with imagination
running wild
and I mourned
for the children
in todays world
who's Shakespeare visits
on flashing lights
and computer bites
lost is
the old world charm
such as Elizabeth wrote
and Robert devoured
ferociously
my tears fell
upon parched pages
leaving
an indelible stain
that would be seen
and felt by others
who reached and touched
the words
I realized that
tears on a screen
would only be
wiped away
without memory
of the emotion
that was elicited
leaving nothing at all
for history
to record...
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