It’s endearing to trace the pages of old books
That have been read a thousand times…
you feel the love of people,
who have adored the words before you
and left traces of them in weathered pages you now hold,
it’s like music to a writer’s mind.
poetry copyright neha 2019/ free image borrowed from unsplash, credit goes to original artist
Teach them to read,
let them imagine,
let their stories, enchant the world.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Here is my 2nd poem for this month, and Happy International Children’s Book Day to my fellow readers!
Unaccustomed Earth
The Tales of Beedle The Bard
The God of Small Things
image copyright neha 2017
This is in response to the fun challenge shared by my friend Aquileana, where you can create haiku with book titles. Thanks for the invite, please check out her wonderful blog if you haven’t already!
PS: To all my blogger friends, please feel free to participate in this if it suits your fancy! Would love to see more of this…
This rift between the tired eyes and the mind
to read another page
is a losing battle you fight every night
before the silent crash…
sleep
poem and image copyright 2015 neha
Hi Everyone,
I just wanted to remind everyone that I will be posting the first recommendations for this year at the end of the month…I already have a handful of blogs for the list but am still looking for more so nominations are most welcome. 🙂 Please remember you cannot nominate your own blog but if your eye catches another fellow blogger’s site and you would like to share please do so…Please place them in the comment section,Thank you!
PS: Previous recommendations can be found in the recommendations category or tag, do check them out…and It’s almost Friday…yay!
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Tattered pages
of forgotten musings
drift
like clouds
in the mind
pulling on the heartstrings.
copyright neha2014 sky and highway
I trace with my finger,
the dust that settled with time,
over these old pages of mine,
as I remember,
my once favourite book,
with fond memories,
of childhood,
as I reminiscence,
with this dust of childhood.
Tonight’s Quote:
“Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils. The day seems to have no order until these times, which are like a ledger for her, her body full of stories and situations.”~ Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
I trace the pages,
of that old hand-me-down book,
marked with ink stains of the past,
drifting into the memories of a different time.
My layovers,
in colourful worlds,
my transit airport,
to take a breather,
on my adventure,
are my pages with folded corners.
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