Andrew John Poet Free verse

Trios of Syllables

He gave me three books,
	such a gift,
those clean leaves of poems,
	that trio.

I rarely read books,
	though given
three prizes, that trio:
	cherished gems.

They sit on the shelf,
	not handled,
a gift from a friend,
	that trio.

They hold such a place,
	just right there,
the top of that trio's
	loved bookcase.

Those poems span centuries,
	so many.
A measure of treasure -
	and pleasure.

I do wish he'd call
	to see me,
ask me to savour
	this trio.


(2 Aug 2023)

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Paulette Calasibetta September 7, 2023 at 7:43 AM Very relatable and well crafted. Paulette Andrew John September 9, 2023 at 3:28 AM Thanks so much for your kind comment, Paulette.

Sara Kendrick August 10, 2023 at 2:32 AM Ahhhh!! Maybe reading some of the poems would put you more in touch with who the person really was. Thanks for sharing this one with us and for dropping by my page. Sara Andrew John August 11, 2023 at 5:13 AM Thanks, Sara. Oh, the person, by the way, is an old friend, and I do pick up a volume of this trio of books to read the odd poem! But maybe not enough!