Hands stained with ink,
the poet presses himself
into the book
absorbing
the letters, the words
Dog eared
he heads to sleep
turning empty pages
in his mind.
Please tell me what you think
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Love this!
I dream poetry. Makes me crazy sometimes. This is a great little poem, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Thanks for sharing it with us! -
excellent observation
Yes ___& I still place books under my pillow, hoping to comprehend them upon waking. lol
speaking of ink... having a new small fixed income / I recently had the displeasure of re-injecting ink into my printer cartridges. Took me 3 days to get ink off my hands.
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