Poetic Joy
My hands are leafing through ancient lore
The dust on each cover is carefully removed
I sit on my bed and surround myself with poetry
reading dictionaries for the thrill of learning a new word
I study foreign languages to keep my mind sharp
feasting on fiction that keeps me awake to the Witching Hour
memorize villanelles and couplets a-plenty
grabbing at bookmarks to keep my place in realms
Singing odes and practicing accents in the shower
This is what Literature and Poetry do..
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