Reader

I feel your words upon me As they race across the page. A running sense of wonder Even late upon this age. The whisper flips of paper As the pages burn and turn, Setting me afire... It seems I never learn. The secrets whispered to me As I pause and try to hear, Are echo cries of memories That are laden wet with tears. The hardened cover closes Shutting down the riot sight. As I nod and ponder deeply Slipping off into the night.

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Running Wolves

Date: 1/5/2020 5:37:00 PM

This is awesome...love this

Jean Bush
Date: 1/5/2020 6:26:00 PM

Thanks so much.

Robert Lindley

Date: 9/1/2018 3:13:00 PM

I am a very dedicated reader, that learned long ago- once can visit the world, the universe by simply reading. All it takes is time and the decision to keep on learning my friend. Great poem, a fav....

Jean Bush
Date: 9/1/2018 3:51:00 PM

Thank you. I, too. Books can take you places your wallet never could.

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 8/31/2018 6:22:00 PM

Hello Jean, This poem is lovely. You did a great job on this poem. I like the first verse. Nice to meet you. have a nice evening my friend.

Jean Bush
Date: 8/31/2018 7:31:00 PM

Thanks for stopping by, Darlene. You, too.