Wrinkle in Time
A poem on reading & re-reading
Reading, a profound experience
Re-reading, a vehicle of transportation
Cursed are we to forget as we move on
re-reading reminds us of the charm intact
Enlivening our lives
Refreshing our memories
Hinting a feeling of being sacrilegious
With thousands of books “unread”
A comfort we seek
Between the pages, we read & re-read
Sweetness all there’s beer and skittles
A guilty pleasure I am guilty of
Tasting the sweet
Soaking up every last word
Of every sentence
Salvaging myself
Diving back to in a unique dimension
gleaning to find something new
A hidden clue, I missed the last time
Everything fades away
All that remains are the words staring back
Text in the book is a palimpsest
by our own —
thoughts & understanding
hopes & dreams,
ideas & interpretation
©Shweta, 2020. All Rights Reserved.
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Special thanks to Tre L. Loadholt.
