Poetry Forum

Edited:-

A quiet entry.
The first syllable,
then alphabets.
The first sentence,
then permutations and combinations,
repetitions of feelings,
page after page after page…

Books have piled up
in every nook and corner of my self.
I must leave now.


Original:-

A quiet entry.
Then the first syllable.
Then alphabets.
Then the first sentence.
Then permutations and combinations,
repetitions of feelings,
page after page after page…

Books have piled up
in every nook and corner of my self.
I must leave now.

Oh found the ending line so sad

A cleverly written piece aru..I very much enjoy the images you paint.

Aru,
This is so nicely paced. I enjoyed it very much.
The feelings it conveys is one that comes and goes through everyone's life, I think.
You capture little moments very well.

Suzanne

Hi

I really enjoyed this - probably because I love libraries so the great images made me feel like curling up with a good book. The last line spoilt it for me a little - I wanted to stay. i would have preferred:
Books have piled up
in every nook and corner of my self.
I am content.

However, I am sure this is just a personal preference and the whole poem was very well written.

thanks

I think it. I suspect the meaning could alter depending very much on the reader. To me it feels like there is no room left for you as a result of all those books. They have filled the whole of you.

Interesting stuff. I could really conect with this peice. I often feel that all I am is the words i've heard or read, and that especially comes out in my writng: for instance my style seems to vary dramatically according to what ever I happen to be reading at the time. I often think it would be great to wipe the slate clean and to see what I'm capable of when independant of any influence, all though I supsect I wouldn't be capable of very much. Great stuff,
Leigh

Thank you Mesmie, Leigh, Suzanne, Karalma, Ben for the replies.
Cheers.