2011-5

Nobody comes here.

I find solace between the leather spines,
breathe in the deep
sighs of the pages
as they rustle through
the arches of my
fingers.

Sometimes I think
that if I could just blink
fast enough, I would
find myself in a cathedral
of leather and
rag and paper,
where solace flutters
prayer-like,
page by turning
page.



Poetry by Minhocao
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Written on 2011-06-29 at 03:20

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Hans Bump
I've saved this as a bookmark. It is sublime and something I'll read again and again periodically. So evocative.
Different thought and feeling in my volunteer forth with each read. Bravo.
2011-07-15


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2011-07-01


countryfog
I can only echo Jim's comment. Written with a deft grace and gentleness yet perceptive and revealing, an uncommon sensitivity expressed with deceptive simplicity.
2011-06-29



These poems are beautifully written with the lightest of touches—elegant and soft and dreamy and real. A pleasure to read and reread.
2011-06-29