…………………………………………I
cry. For hours it seems the pages
…………………………………………in my
hand catch at my heart, and I press
…………………………………………the
book open in my lap as I wipe
…………………………………………my
eyes, and wipe them again till they’re raw
…………………………………………as I
keep on reading. Sniveling, wetting
…………………………………………my
shirt sleeves, my shirt hem with my tears,
…………………………………………repeatedly
I bend the spine of this
…………………………………………bit of
creativity, this leap of
…………………………………………faith
on paper that so stirs my soul
…………………………………………that
tears seem the only answer
…………………………………………my
nose blowing a clarion call
…………………………………………only
after I read through to the end
…………………………………………of
someone else’s passionate dreams.
…………………………………………Despite
myself, I cry.
Yes. Me too.
ReplyDeleteI do that too! Love this poem, it really expresses how a reader feels living that life of another even if only for a few hours...
ReplyDeleteI cry too, sometimes over a friend's blog. Dianne
ReplyDeletePS hopefully you won't have to sign on again soon. Don't know what WP is up to.
What power to touch the heart of others that we do not even know.
ReplyDeleteYou are an absolute wonder, my friend. I am so very proud of you.
ReplyDeleteWow! Mage! This is just amazing. You have such a gift of finding the right words.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is the best. Can't imagine anyone not liking or relating to it.
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