Wednesday, 31 August 2011


Whenever I'm caught reading for days on end, as I have been this summer, I tend to lose my grip on reality. So in keeping with this month's theme, I present to you my love of reading.



You, leaves of white and

Sometimes black between-

A brief hint, of my fantasy

Made suddenly tangible.


They say I’d prefer a computer

But they lied of course,

Why else would your

Golden embroidery gather

Dust upon my shelf?


I still look at you-

Every day, in fact.

Every time I walk in

I stare-


There are many of you

No wonder my mind

Can’t tell- one world

From another.

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