Carrie Richards Poet Terza Rima

Well Worn Words

Voices are low, and the pages unfold
Dusty worn jackets, on paper-back shores 
Classics of old, or a best-seller's gold

Renaissance store, with a bent spinal core
Latitude shelves, heavy with multitudes
Autographed copies, fiction and lore

Chapters reread, opened with gratitude  
Mouldy with knowledge, slumbering fiction
Sung once again, birthing new attitudes

Language and diction, viewed with conviction
I find new adventure,  swimming through waves
Love's old persuation, claims my addiction

A place to spend time and stroll down a maze 
find some conclusion, and leave in a daze



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Terza Rima Sonnet   #4  Philosophical
Carrie Richards

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Dr.Ram Mehta March 10, 2014 at 6:07 AM Very Wonderful write. Congrats on the win, carrie

Verlena S. Walker March 9, 2014 at 5:28 PM Beautiful and congratulations on the win... Verlena

Anne-Lise Andresen March 9, 2014 at 4:58 PM - A wonderful poem posted for Giorgio A.V. contest - "Impress me with a small poem III" - Congratulations on your win, Carrie !!! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Andrea Dietrich July 24, 2013 at 2:55 PM oh I do so love book stores. Probably I prefer the modern ones to the older ones that this beautiful poem describes, but awesome books reside in both kind. Craig should love this one.

John Posey July 22, 2013 at 11:11 AM Carrie, your work seems always fully researched and detail conscious. This is a beautiful tribute to something that is being attacked by electronic bytes and pieces that will never capture the essence of aged words of pleasant wisdom... Sweetheart, You can be doubly proud of this one... Love ya..... Jake

Anne-Lise Andresen July 21, 2013 at 8:54 AM - Thank you for your beautiful poem, Carrie !- oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Jack Horne July 20, 2013 at 9:49 AM this is just lovely, Carrie - I'd be in paradise in such a place : )

Isaiah Zerbst July 19, 2013 at 10:27 AM I love books as well. The problem is that there are so many good ones and not enough time to read as you mentioned with the daze. Exceptional poem here; I can imagine shelves filled with well worn words, antique caches of wisdom, knowledge from the multitudes who have gone before. Hmph, I'll have to read a book now! "The Innocents Abroad", I think.

Poet Tacito July 18, 2013 at 10:16 PM This held my attention good. A need for a serene sense of logic & understanding. I loved this!

Michael Dom July 18, 2013 at 9:22 PM There's nothing like the smell of old pages of 'well worn words' wafting along the book shelves. A nice pen.