I do have a lot of Books. I love them - but they have become a bit dusty in my weird little flat.


Falls from walls as some wooden cover
For books, in words that sit like sad
Footpaths' fences - straight and brown.

Titles forward glare in you and stretch,
Though worn their spines still pose upright
Tasting air and dust, breathing heavy.

Poetry by Frederick James
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Written on 2006-06-02 at 12:23

Tags Book  Dust  Age 

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Joseph J. Breunig 3rd
An enjoyable piece; it's funny how we can be attached to things, such as simple books; nicely done. --Joe

Amy Buchanan
I have lots of books also. A few of my paperbacks have covers missing or the pages fell out and had to be taped back in. I love my books also and would not part with them. Thank you for the poem!

boo-hoo.... I miss my books now.....
I had collected something over a thousand of them and they are in my mum's house.
I have a new collection building up.....
but the old ones are still the best.....
Thanks for that poem.....it got me on a really personal level.

Pamela A Lamppa
Books. Amazing creatures aren't they? I simply loved your descriptions here.
"Footpaths fences - straight and brown" Simply Brilliant. Thank you for sharing this piece with us all. I loved it. ~Pam