Comments on: “Pages” – NPM 2009

By: Ken Allan

Ken Allan — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 09:42:26 +0000

And there still standing on the shelf, that old
And now more treasured roll of hallowed rhyme,
A second-hand edition bought and sold
And bought again perhaps a final time,
For in that aged encasement I’ve been lost
And found a tranquil solitude in verse,
And many times more recompensed the cost
When poetry would all my being immerse;
The sunburst-sepia cedar-fragrant sheaves
Have kept their freshness, and that poignancy
I first found joy in reading never leaves,
But stirs in me the same expectancy
When first I glanced into the book and yearned
To sense that prized awareness I’ve since learned.

Ken Allans last blog post..In Praise Of Plaudit

By: Rick Tanski

Rick Tanski — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 03:17:36 +0000

Cross-posted at http://ricktanski.wordpress.com/2009/04/02/national-poetry-month-2009-42-a-book/

“A Book”

A book
Full of words
Line by line
The story revealed

A book
Pages numbered
Turn by turn
The story told

A book
Authored
Letter by letter
The story crafted

The page
Contains its lines

The lines
Contain their words

The words
Meaningless
Without their links
Before and aft

Each word hangs on the next
As each breath mists into another
Each grows
As the days grow to weeks
And the weeks to months
And the months to years
And the years
A lifetime

The letter second
The word minute
The sentence day
The page month
The chapter year
The book lifetime

Authored artfully
Made meticulously
Crafted carefully
Composed consciously

As randomness contradicts purpose
So does meaninglessness life

The chapter complete
In its number
Fails the book
In its sole telling

The sentence powerful
In its wholeness
Fails the story
In its only completeness

The word essential
In its purpose
Fails the sentence
In its isolation

The letter necessary
In its formation
Fails the word
In its scrutiny

The letter makes the word
The word makes the sentence
The sentence the page
The page the chapter
The chapter the story

To disentangle a sentence from a book
May reveal a morsel
The sentence hangs in the air
But a brief moment
Revealing itself
Hinting at its purpose
In the grand design

But it falls
Lifeless as a petal plucked
Untethered
Laughable

Its purpose lost in the extrication and isolation
Pointless parsing
The whole lost
On one
Why?

Rick Tanskis last blog post..National Poetry Month 2009 4.2 A Book

By: Franki

Franki — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 11:12:17 +0000

Love the variety of the poems that the prompt and your writing inspired. A great idea- thanks for the invitation for all of us to participate in this celebration:-) Frankis last blog post..Poetry Month: LOOSE LEASHES by Amy Schmidt

By: Franki

Franki — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 11:04:30 +0000

The piles
Of books
Have somehow started
to take over my house
Books in every room

The ones I’ve already read
That I can’t part with
Those that I hope
One of my daughters
Loves as I do
Sometime in the future

The ones I haven’t yet read
But that are possibilities
For the future
When I have a quiet
Day for reading

Frankis last blog post..Poetry Month: LOOSE LEASHES by Amy Schmidt

By: Kevin Hodgson

Kevin Hodgson — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 09:48:30 +0000

I love the image of leaving notes on books, but then undelivered.
Kevin