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The Poem That's Never Read

I hide here at the back Not the last page, but nearly so The thick leathery binding which protects me Is starting to fray and the letters fade I'm safe up here on the top shelf And none but the keenest would Peer beneath this tired, tatty shell But maybe they would appreciate... For so many years I have remained unread I almost fear the moment When daylight comes And at last I can sing

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/21/2011 12:30:00 PM
What a very unique topic to write about-- You've captured so much here, Nick- I really like how you wrote this, almost like anticipating that moment but also dreading it-- I sure hope that daylight comes soon-- this is such a wonderful read :)
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Date: 2/18/2011 11:22:00 AM
ANOTHER awesome one that goes so well with the other post you made about a perfect poem. You could be the spokesperson for these wonderful poems that need to be read. I really enjoyed this one!
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Date: 1/30/2011 10:43:00 PM
One reason why I like to read new poets, you don't expect much but sometimes are flabbergasted. very nice thought nick.
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Date: 1/30/2011 10:24:00 AM
Nice imagery you have penned here, Nick! Enjoyed the read this Sunday evening and my greetings to UK (I have lived in Edinburgh in the early 1980ies)! Thank you for your congrats on "Constant Dark Rain"!....Have a great week ahead!...Gert
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Date: 1/26/2011 8:31:00 AM
Hi there fellow uk poet here, that was lovely such vivid imagery, a pleasure to read x
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Date: 1/21/2011 7:19:00 PM
Another great piece, Nick..I wish I had the time to read more..sometimes you miss the best ones because you lack enough time, like this one..I just happen upon it today..Totally enjoyed the analogy and will read more. Happy weekend, Nick! Blessings. Always, Annalise
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Date: 1/21/2011 11:53:00 AM
The reader can feel the sadness of that poem buried deep near the back of the book, yearning to be read. I try to read every poem in the books friends send to me because sometimes their very best ones are near the end. I can see this poem relating to a life whose existence seems to go unnoticed as well. We all long for the day when we can finally sing. Thanks for stopping by, Nick. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 1/21/2011 5:34:00 AM
an Anthropomorphized poem.... nice!
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Date: 1/19/2011 5:43:00 AM
I am reading such amazing poetry this morning Nick. I am glad yours is among the ones I have had the pleasure to read today. I wish you a wonderful day filled with inspiration. Love, Carol
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Date: 1/19/2011 2:49:00 AM
Intriguing and imaginative write, a lot of excellent poetry gets looked over and placed on the top shelf collecting dust.
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Date: 1/19/2011 2:45:00 AM
You are right. A thing cannot be judged by mere appreance you have got to go inside it, Nick
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