Nick Bagnall Poet Prose Poetry

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

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Kabuteng P.Ink K. February 21, 2011 at 12:30 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 :)

Andrea Dietrich February 18, 2011 at 11:22 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!

Charles Henderson January 30, 2011 at 10:43 PM One reason why I like to read new poets, you don't expect much but sometimes are flabbergasted. very nice thought nick.

Gert W. Knop January 30, 2011 at 10:24 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

Lisa Cole January 26, 2011 at 8:31 AM Hi there fellow uk poet here, that was lovely such vivid imagery, a pleasure to read x

Audrey Haick January 21, 2011 at 7:19 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

Carolyn Devonshire January 21, 2011 at 11:53 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

Cas Davis January 21, 2011 at 5:34 AM an Anthropomorphized poem.... nice!

Carol Sunshine Brown January 19, 2011 at 5:43 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

Anthony Nutter January 19, 2011 at 2:49 AM Intriguing and imaginative write, a lot of excellent poetry gets looked over and placed on the top shelf collecting dust.

Dr.Ram Mehta January 19, 2011 at 2:45 AM You are right. A thing cannot be judged by mere appreance you have got to go inside it, Nick