Poetry / Ode to the Book
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Forming words on your
Yellowed paper,
Worn in with musty smell,
Thickened from years of use (and affection).
Two-dimensional universe
Consuming the literate
Willing.
Words
Depicting such vivid
Worlds, as untouchable as soul.
Experiencing moments of
Poetic reiterations (to make beautiful),
Moving me to new levels
Toward that perfect
Thought.
Oh Book.
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I’ve seen plenty of sappy love poems ‘round these parts…but this isn’t one of them. This is a very nice effort about something that, I’m guessing, is close to most of our hearts.
My only complaint is about the ending: “Oh Book.” I’ll go out on a limb and surmise that maybe you weren’t sure how to end it…and took the easy way out. I hope you rework that, because once you do I think you’ll have an excellent piece.
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This is the sweetest love poem I have read in a while.
I like that it has a point and I see the point. I also like the format you have written it in. It’s sweet without using mushy, childish words.
Defined abstraction? Good Job.
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