Precious secret moments.
I get into bed around 10:00 at night,
Earlier if I can manage it.
There's no one there but the cat
And a pile of books
For when I finish the papers:
An old poetry anthology.
I found it years ago
And lately began to read it;
A mystery novel set in Holland
(I forget the author's name).
The characters are amusing
Even though the mystery
Really isn't one.
I read it slowly,
A page or two,
Then turn to a Handbook
On Grief, reading slowly,
Not sure about it.
Then there's a Canadian novel,
The latest selection
From my Book Club.
It must be read fast
But I leave it till last.
I'm not sure why.
I will fall asleep over it.
The cat perches on my chest
And purrs for awhile,
Then leaves,
Offended to be ignored.
Sorry, Pandora, living thing,
These things are living too
And have the enjoyment
Of my attention
Until I sleep.
Author notes
I do love books but in a more promiscuous way than when I was young when I read in bed, one book at a time.
A contest entry
- Are you a 'Book Lover'? by rufina caraid.
475 points, ended February 27, 2008, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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from poetry to a dutch mystery - do you ever sleep? lol
a delightful way to tell me how you enjoy your books.
thank you so much for your entry adn taking the time to participate.
Von
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Your bedside table must be groaning louger than Pandora with all those books to keep you awake until the wee hours
Jim
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